Move On

an injured bird, you are
bent wings and broken dreams
fragile as a heartbeat
and it was I who
“broke your heart”
you said
but I wonder
if your heart is broken
then wouldn’t you be dead?
yet here you are
and here you’ll stay
until God decides to take you away
and not for many years, I pray
you see, I never meant to cause you pain
even though the day I walked away it rained
but the heavens weren’t crying for you or i
no, they were weeping of their own accord
the days will melt into months the months into years
and I’ll still be here and so will you
just not with each other
its not what you want
but its the truth
i wont lie