Day 30: write a moving on poem. Here is my attempt.
The morning is waking and my dreams are too. I fell asleep arbitrarily thinking about you. With my thoughts tossing and turning and me trying to figure out where I really want them to go, and move on from my dreams of loving you.
But, You stay on the premises of my provocative thoughts existing everywhere in my world. Moving me to think something is there but in reality it is not. The ideals that are housed in my conscience aren’t realized and they move on.
Leaving me to ponder: where does love really go and how do I move on from it too?