Moving on from You

The paper said to forgive you.

I blinked a little at that.

The paper said to forget

All that you did in the past.

Most of me wants to

Leave it all behind

But the stubborn mule inside me

Says; “I’m not ready to be kind.

You left me

And the rest of us.

Alone and confused.

But somehow

I have to look past all that

And assume you are happy.