I saw you the other day. I was driving, doing my daily chores.
To be clear here, I wasn't looking for you. My life was and is better off now, even if you're not completely to blame for it. No, I had issues within and outside of myself before I met you.
But I saw you, though only for a second.
I'm loathe to admit it, since I haven't unblocked you and I have no right to wonder this, really, after all that's happened, but I was curious if you were doing well.
It seems that you are, which I'm glad of.
I know you saw me too, since you turned away as soon as you saw me.
I'd say I wish you the best still, but I don't think you'd care to talk to me and I honestly still feel the same towards you.
And I've moved on. I gave all of your leftover stuff to Goodwill, because I thought someone else could get better use out of it all than I could.
I have no regrets about this and I'm turning a new page in my life. I'm not starting over, but I'm trying to do better by myself and others. I've said my goodbyes to what once was and I've moved on.
YOU ARE READING
Personal Poems
PoetryThese are poems about my life, about people, music quotes, etc. I'm sorry if absolutely none of this makes sense. It's just what's on my mind and what I've been thinking about of late.