And I’ll move on without you

No more happy moments

No more frivolous Fridays

Or sunny Saturdays

Sunday come downs

But also

No more loneliness

No more waiting for the phone

No more walking on eggshells

Awaiting the inevitable.

I’m unlov-ed, unworthy, and unlovable

And you refuse to move on from the trauma of your past.

But, oh I will.

I will persist! Preservere! Press on!

Another ghost in my past

Locked behind the wall that hides my heart