It's been two years since it finished.
Two years since the end.
And I'm still here.
Becoming accustomed to the masks as if they were my friend.

It's hard to think,
That I was once in a place,
Where I radiated happiness;
It was always surrounding my face.

But now I'm sat
Writing poems about you
Because words are my only connection
(It's sad but it's true)

I've tried so hard
To move on, I swear.
But being this girl?
It's getting me nowhere.

So I smile a say
'I'm fine, I've moved on'
When truly, moving on
Is what I've needed for so long.

                                                       (K R W)