moving forward

    I have stopped looking back.



    I do not see a framed mirror anymore



    That framed mirror that played back a video of my 11months memories with you.



    It does not hurt that much anymore



    It does not pained me when you don't text me anymore



    Because I am moving forward



    You are merely a glimpse from afar



    Like a street lamp from 7 km away



    A blob of light



    Do not fret, however, for I will not have you erased from my memories



    You left a mark on my beating heart.



    Took a penknife and carved your name on it.



    But I will move on.





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