the news sent my ego on a real trip
instead of being present to life in the moment
I ran to the past, to all that you promised
and to the future, without you
fear took over, and i moved from past to future without skipping a beat in the present
i'm often at a loss for words over this
and i fluctuate between being happy for you and being sad for me
it's a funny thing- wanting to marry someone
and then finding out they've chosen another
moved on
left you behind
without having the decency to let you know
or simply say 'i honour what we had, but it's time we both moved on'
instead, just retreating like a ghost in the night
a restless spirit panicked at the thought of confrontation
your cowardice is masked as cruelty
but it's not your fault
it never was
