to Move On


And one time I woke up
to a quiet, warm day.
Not to bells and yells and
another gruelling day in that place.

And perhaps I had a memory
of the fun and the friends-
We run and laugh and annoy and
push and shove and hate-
In a friendly way

And there’s myself now
looking back to the lonliness with 
a friend, a sadness that lasted
a whole lifetime.

But the joy of love-
to hold and talk and be with and-
love, the togetherness destined
to bring sadness and loss,
with a leaving.

The sadness of a Friend gained
and moulded and touched and lost-
I left, not them- the Friend- to use another
to love and hate as one.

And a Memory faded, and
one day it was no longer there.
The time spent in that place
was past and used:
And it was time to move on.