Moving on

Moving on means different things in different situations. To me it means, letting go; it doesn't necessarily mean moving forward, it just means moving on to somewhere else more comfortable, maybe? 

I started writing a poem on what I thought moving on was. 
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Before we walk away 

Far away 

to the unbeguiling somewhere we’ve always wanted to be a part of

I ask, I beg of you

To gaze

Gaze upon and revel in the chaotic fading away of ourselves 

The ones we left behind 

Let it draw us towards itself

This last time

Watch

Every branch splintering,

Piercing what we once used to be

The surrounding mud, the leaves, the air, 

The slender crescent that the moon chose to draw itself as, 

Eating away at our skin, our flesh, our bones 

Ravenously 

Run, my love  

Run with me

To where we were 

Cover me with the rotting, drying blood of the me 

That will soon evanesce 

Let me cover you in yours 

To help plunge ourselves 

As we are now 

Into unfathomable awareness 

Of unawareness 

And in that moment

Let us find others

A thousand, indulgent others...