Moving And Gone Poem by Sierra Simmons

The art of failure was in my presence
the love I was soon to have had already been lessened
the bags of clothes had now turned to boxes
the last dance was posted for everyone watching
the moment I had to leave and go to another state
I held my tears because this was fait
I was open and now I'm closed
hated to tell them I'm moving
I am gone
now here it is again something sad
worked jobs and still no man
because he was already moving and gone
I could cry for nights but I would feel wrong
so let it go and prepare the home
for the future stay connected don't lose progression
at least the moment was sweet
had you moving on your feet
time to accept you are moving and gone