Today is the first day on this march to the end of time.
Even if the marching stops
The journey continues on.
I’ve spent so much time wondering about you.
Asking what I did wrong.
So wrapped up in your selfish ways
That I forgot to live my own life.
It’s time to march forward for me
And leave your remnants on the side of the trail behind me.
Behind me is where you need to be.
No longer shall I dwell on “What could have been?”
It’s time for “What’s to come?”
I’m slowly accepting the fact
That what’s to come doesn’t involve you.
The time has come to knock you off that pedestal
And place myself up there instead.
I hope you enjoy the fall.