I heard you cry for the first time And I hope it lasts a little while There were no tears Just loss It's like you're in search of a great sadness There is none to be found It's so peaceful here
And yet, you are still looking back At the person you used to be, that you moved on from. They carried you well, and they deserve to be mourned. Regardless their weight You've always held them lightly.
But others carry you now And there is a responsibility to being loved It asks us to be better and we should not refuse.
I think there is something to be said about how growth can feel like moving on from yourself