Your Way of Not Moving on
a poem
Sometimes,
I find fragments
of you buried in the habits
that haven’t let me go, wisps
of another life—
“Let’s not talk about sadness.”
—and I will try to hide
from them in waking moments
that seem like illusions.
You will always find me
somehow, years past and fighting
for happiness,
but my psyche
won’t let go of the moments
when I learned
that even your most trusted
can betray you—
“I didn’t tell you because I knew
it would hurt.”
—and our past
was as toxic as the present
and hopeless as the future,
but I clung to the picture
of us because
I thought you deserved better
than your luckless
childhood and a distant lover,
rather unloved.
Chalk it up
to anxious dependency,
a fear of being
lonely,
but I hadn’t known yet
the freedom granted by absence—
“I can’t live without you.”
—and your living
had been, from the beginning,
an obligation I carried
for no reason other than being
the sole entertainer
of your burden.
Sometimes,
you seep into my dreams
and seize me,
dragging to the depths
of our past.
And even now, loved
and loving more than ever,
I am stuck
with the guilt of leaving,
the only thing you gave me
just to give—
“You will never be happy again.”
—and like everything
you said,
it was an insecure story
chalked up to be
your way
of not moving on.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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that was so beautiful and so bittersweet