Moving On Poem by Deanza L. WalwynBowrin

I just can’t stop, wondering what you are, and what you mean to me.
Me thinking about you, makes me feel like I am taking a chance or making a deal with the devil; is being with you unrealistically taking a step backwards instead of moving forward?
The point of life is to move forward, and progress, what if being with you is a reversal of what we have worked already to gain?

Are we lying to ourselves by pretending that nothing ever existed? That we never existed? We both know what happened and what could happen, is it right for us to intervene or is it what we have to do to prevent ‘us’ from ever happening.

A relationship isn’t one just having to use the term ‘boyfriend/ girlfriend’. There is a much deeper meaning to the term relationship. What you and I share is a relationship? What you and I have is a relationship. We are able to work things out. We are able to live within each other but not as each other. We are different, yet the same. We are one, yet we break in two.

You and I, we never change. We never progress, I need something constant and it’s not you. Cause you can’t be in two places.