"Moving on doesn't have to be
Bitter and sorrowful."
That's news to me.
Mourning you,
Mourning us,
Was simply second nature.
But I became
So immersed
In mourning that the moon
Lost his iridescence.
Writing lost its charm.
My foolish grin
Forsook my face,
And all passion was gone.

Enough is enough.

It's plain to see:
You've found a new,
Beautiful girl...
I'll celebrate with you.
But I must ask one last
"One more thing"
Will you celebrate with me?
For today,
I've found my new muse...
And he's been there all along.