Move On

People move on.

People move on and get along with new moments, vanish like a magician like nothing happened. There can be no pretend to move on. No. 

Few wait,

wait a little in the hope,

few who were tormented to view their world falling apart,

A few gave up but could not move on.

How does it come as living with a scar?

There is no scar. Scars heal, don't they? 

I will say, "Die everyday with memories "

Memories, coming as some sort of sharp knife. Again and again.

What kind of memories break the ribs and push like a dagger through the heart? 

Aren't memories made to cherish and sooth? 

-@brewingblogging