ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Moving on from me

I have a way out,

From the sullen deserted nights,

From the cold unforgiving days,

When the wind shrills hauntingly through me,

When the sun burns me vehemently.

My way out is moving on,

From the love I have for you,

From the sickness I bear,

Which makes me happy only with you,

Only which makes me calm, defining my being happy and true.

But there is a problem,

I am not able to comprehend,

Moving on is from you,

Or the idea of you with me,

That I have nursed,

Even after your deceive,

Even after your winter upon me.

'Cause if it is the idea,

I am moving on from,

Doesn't it mean?

I have to actually move on,

From the past me?