Move On

move forward,
sometimes painfully.

be born,
sometimes screaming,
into each moment.

know that tomorrow,
you'll long for today,
just as you now long for yesterday.

feel in every nerve,
and in every corner of your heart,
the hunger for the good old days

those
"Can you believe
we did that
were like that
were there!"
days.

live in expectation
that everyday,
someone or something,
will cross your path
and make you wince,
as your memory's thin seal

is broken

to let the past flood out
and drown you in an ocean of reflection.

doesn't she look like...

the way the light touches every tiny speak of dust...

how the sun shone
that day in the garden.

all day
drinking
laughing

we never
ever
thought it would end.