MOVING ON

Let me go. . .

Please?

I can feel you behind me. . . in front of me . . . all around me.

I can’t tear free. . .

My soul screams your name. . . My heart mourns your loss. . .

Do you hear me?

Do you see me?

Was I ever real?

You gave me breath then you stole it away. . .

I run. . . run. . .

Still looking back. . .

I’m losing you. . . I turn to face where you were . . .

Have you finally released me? 

As I turn to move forward again, there you are in front of me. . .

You haunt my dreams. . .

You burn my being. . .

I feel you searing my very core. . . 

I was moving forward. . . even though you are not behind me; I cannot turn and run back . . .

There is no going into the past. . .

The past is where your power grows stronger. . .

I see your eyes. . . 

Those eyes I trusted. . .

They held love once. . .

Now they hold nothing. . .

Lifeless. . .

Black. . .  

There is no direction for me to run. . .

If I could fly away, I would. . .

But I am earth bound. . .

Set to walk. . .

Wondering if I can move on. . . 

I feel your cold hands on me. . .

Pulling me back to your depths. . .

I pull away. . .

Straining until I ache. . .

I feel your grip loosening. . .

I run. . . run. . .

I look back. . .

I see you in the distance reaching out for me with promises unfulfilled. . .

I won’t turn back again. . .

Your voice calls my name . . . 

I won’t look back again.

Luke Christopher

Oshkosh, WI

lcummuta@hotmail.com