the sounds from my speakers
echo the ongoing struggle of Moving On
i knew the casulties would understand
i imagine how their mouths would twist
baring their teeth
into the classic sneer
at the false
sincerity i have witnessed
i have to now learn to speak with
the utmost sarcasm when i turn to
him and say in a tin can voice
your opinion matters to
me and while you're at it
get your clothing out of my sight
because your memories aren't welcome
here anymore
i have so much for him to take
gently into his splintered hands
in the way of things i feel which he
should bear witness to but the absence
of his company is more of him
right now than i can take
