Where He Used to Be
The Hardships of Moving On
He won't look back.
Not for all the flowers,
Or fuzzy brown bears.
He wouldn't, couldn't,
Not even on a silly dare.
He won't look back.
Not for all the memories,
Good or bad.
He remains steadfast
Even if he is a little sad.
He wont look back,
Not to see my face,
Or to hold me in his embrace.
He cannot look back
Because the past he cannot face.
He wont look back
Not for all the love we shared,
Or the anger that was there.
He will not turn around
For vulnerability he cannot bear.
He won't look back,
But if it were left up to me
He would turn around to see
That my eyes look back
To where he used to be.
About the Creator
Miranda Merritt
I write poems and, sometimes, longer short stories. My inspiration comes from my feelings. I take into account what I am trying to express and then do my best to express those feelings through words.
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