I've always hated this part, <br />The dividing of the stuff... <br />The packing and trying to remember <br />What is his, and what is mine <br />Putting my own solitary life <br />Back into boxes-moving out, moving on. <br />Trying to find some way <br />To look at this as a new beginning <br />Not the pathetic ending <br />That it feels like, right now. <br />I wish I could hate you... <br />Wish you had turned out to be some <br />Horrible excuse for a man <br />And that I was walking away feeling <br />Lucky to be rid of you... <br />But... the truth is, you are still <br />The nicest man I've ever known. <br />And I wish...I wish...I wish... <br />I wasn't so completely wrong for you. <br />And I'm trying to come out of this <br />Whole thing with some dignity, <br />But I feel like even that, is in shreds. <br />I don't know why I thought, you could fix me. <br />Maybe it's because you were <br />The first man that I could not stick <br />A big 'loser' sign on, and walk away. <br />But-it isn't your job to fix me, <br />Or even love me. It never was. <br />It was never suppose to get this complicated. <br />What I hate most is that I already miss you, <br />Even now, when you are only 10 feet away. <br />I can't imagine walking out that door, <br />Knowing I will never come back. <br />That I will no longer be welcome in your life. <br />I know I've said I'm sorry to you, <br />More times than I can even count, <br />And I know that being sorry doesn't <br />Change a damn thing for either of us. <br />But...I am sorry. <br />You are right, though. <br />We're just kidding ourselves, better to go now <br />Than to drag it out any longer. <br />It is time to move on.<br /><br />Sandra Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-on-9/
