How does one move on so simply?
How does one just forget?
The times we shared,
the memories we made.
Have simply just vanished
and quickly faded away.
It was as if the ocean had attacked the shore,
erasing all the pictures that we had drew in the sand.
You seem so happy now.
At least that’s the image you portray.
But, I’ve seen that smile more than once;
I know the real ones from the fake.
Together we had a love shining bright.
Like that one street light that brings you comfort,
letting you know you’re almost home.
But, as our fighting became no stranger,
and the storm grew rapidly,
our light began to dwindle down,
and then simply just burned out.
She’s pretty—in that weird kind of way.
You always did like different.
I just assumed I was the lucky one.
The one that you let slip through the crack.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be bitter.
And that’s a promise I plan to keep.
I too, will find love again one day.
Just not as fast as you.
And I’m sure when loves comes my way,
that you will talk poorly about the new you.
Ill just say its your insecurity kicking in, raging its ugly head.
Try and get me out of your head. You may think you fool everyone,
but, you don’t fool me.
I’m that thought you just want to dismiss.
I’ll stay there till it’s time for you to move on.
Not a second sooner.
Erin Rabon is a student at Georgia Southern University, currently taking a creative writing class. She submitted work to Synchronized Chaos at the suggestion of her professor, and may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org