I move on
With or
Without you.
Usually without a hand to hold
And usually with a grudge to
Be drilled in my head.
It's just not how it used to be,
I once hugged you once a day
I hear from you
Never.
Too bad.
I don't care.
I move on with a guitar in the right hand and
A satchel bag on my shoulder.
Walking a lonely road,
Won't be lonely anymore after
Moving on
From being with
You.