A short piece of heart-writing
Is this how the one before me felt
when I posted pictures of us?
I can’t tell what hurts most, missing you
or my damaged pride. You are the first to move on
and now others know.
It was warm when we met.
Not this unseasonable warmth. It was the perfect season
for walking the city, laughing and holding hands.
In this warm night air my body is flooded
with memories. I feel you on my skin.
Can I love what we had
without pining for more?
You left. I let you go.
I am ready for something else.
I am scared to start anew.
It was a special time we had
though not always easy. I want to honor it,
honor us. But how do I love our past
and live in the present?
Do I feel honored?