Sometimes you move on,
not because you want to,
but because you have to.
Because you can't hold on
to something that's already gone,
and isn't coming back.
Those days are lost at sea,
deep in a sea of memories,
and you'd drown chasing them.
So you remove her picture,
the one she gave you,
and hide it away from yourself.
You know you should toss it,
but still can't accept its permanence,
that this is your ever after.
But moving on is about time,
the eventual decay of all things,
until one day it doesn't hurt.
-Zero