This Is How You Move On From Someone Who Has Already Moved On

I can feel your goodbye sting
with every ray of light
that blinds me when I’m walking alone, out on the street,
in a dimly lit night.

I can feel your love in every piano song
that rings in my ears, when I’m alone in my room,
staring at the clock ticking my life away.

I can feel your pain in every breath I breathe
that turns into a sob, which then turn into a stream,
of endless nightmares and beautiful dreams.

I can feel your memories slipping away
like a train I was supposed to catch to make you stay
but I held onto my pride anyway
and watched you wave farewell with a white handkerchief
like a sign of surrender,
a sign of a peaceful end,
A sign I did not want to see,
I was breaking as you drifted away
like the setting sun that sad evening.

I can feel myself moving on and
I can feel you moving on
but I can feel us both wanting to stay in this moment
forever, but time isn’t that kind,
it wants to slip away, like the river, like marbles
on a glass floor.
I promised to give you all my time,
but little did I know,
that I wasn’t yours nor you were mine,
for a very long time.
We sure love dreaming, darling.
In dreams we lived, in dreams we died,
while the world moved on, like it always did,
and surprisingly, darling, so did we.