Move On

Dwelling in the past does nothing for us
We can’t go back in time, we can’t change
What has already been said and done
Obsessing to resurrect any sliver
Of interest he might have had in you
Won’t repair the damage you’ve done
Second chances are rare and sparce
They can be a lifesaver at times
But when extremes were taken in life
There is no hope for a damn redo
Sometimes all we can do is move on
Sometimes it’s a gental suggestion:
“Oh, honey, you should move on”
This time, it’s a too-real demand:
“Stop obsessing and move on”

September 23, 2013