Moving On
The moment between
saying goodbye
and leaving
is a storm brewing over the horizon,
a tug of war in my chest
asking,
Should I walk away or stay?
Sometimes,
I loved you a little
more than I loved myself
is a lie
we tell ourselves
to wipe the crumbs of sins and guilt,
the remnants of what we don't want to remember,
So,
You turn a page
and touch another life
to feel and revive
What died before death.
Hoping it will grow again
somewhere far away from where
it lost its meaning.
©Amsterdam
02.04.26
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