The Moving Van |
| by Poet deVine |
The moving van pulled up today
and I knew this time I would leave.
That orange truck unnerved me so
that only now I begin to grieve.
It’s been months since I left,
but I guess it’s finally true.
I was fine until the U haul came,
separating my life, from you.
We tried to make it work;
and worked to make it right.
Somewhere in the middle though,
you gave up the fight.
As sure as I am that this is the way
that I must travel alone,
I wasn’t prepared to feel like this,
my heart, heavy as stone.
Moving on isn’t always easy
saying good bye is hard as hell.
Time may heal my heart some day;
but then again, who can tell.
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