Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

move on

I woke up feeling the zephyr caressing my face,
I got up, remembering those times -- How I wish it was easy to erase.
I stared at the mirror, then there's me, eyes tired from crying,
knees tired from falling
and a heart tired from breaking.
Walking to the kitchen, the scent of coffee surrounded the area.
I wish I just-- don't wake up having these dreams of you and me; a peace of mind. Something like euneirophrenia.
The taste of the warm coffee was like your warm lips that used to kiss mine.
Then there it is again-- my eyes having a battle with a waterfall of cries.
"don't fall, Don't fall.." I whispered to myself.
Loving you was like having one step forward but then taking two steps back.
Loving you was an understanding; and I guess that's where we lack.
As I finish the drink I went outside to breathe the cold air surrounding me.
But when did it get this cold?
Was it just me or was it warmer with your arms surrounding mine?
I sighed.
This'll take time, wouldn't it?
It'll take time forgetting everything we had.
Or was it just moving on without forgetting?
"Stop it." I told myself. Stop thinking about everything.

I guess it's just me all along who had a problem with this.

Because after all, you moved on.
And the sad thing is, I still haven't.