Moving On

Twisting ache deep in my chest. Unable to take a deep breath. Feeling distant yet too close to your body. Every part of me misses him, even though we never touched I yearn for his. I see him everywhere, in the places we walked, where we used to talk. His eyes haunt me, his smile fills my thoughts. I go over everything, desperate not to forget a thing. From his laugh, to his stride and the way I felt when he looked at me. All I want is him, the one thing off limits to me. No one else can fill the hole you left. They can’t measure up to what we had. You pushed me away, but still hold on just enough to drive me mad. You told me to look elsewhere, but then come looking for me. Emerald eyes that leave me light headed and breathless. Why must I care so much? Would I want to forget? The question I keep asking. The pain seems to outweigh any good that came from our friendship. But forgetting isn’t possible, so why do I bother. All that’s left is to keep pushing through the hurt and ache, waiting for the day it will get easier.