Move On (Feb 28)

The end of love
and the end of snow
in our lover's home
when winter comes.

Oh, it seems I forgot
what it meant to be alone.
I've been ignoring it all this time
when really, it has followed me
wherever I go, wherever I am.

So as the ocean waves flow
and the haunting of our soul follows
I remember the love, I remember our snow
between our hearts, between our town
and I know we won't ever forget it
as it will follow us forever.

End the love
end it all.
I know it hurts
but that's how it goes.

End it all, my love.
And I don't mean dying, no.
Move on.

Wow, a good poem to end a somewhat lacking month. Hope you enjoyed it. See you tomorrow, in The Bleeding March.