Moving On With Our Own Lives Poem by RIC BASTASA

you do not expect me
to carry regrets as though i am the loyal descendant
of Sisyphus

you know me
you once loved me as i once loved you

i am fighter
always a survivor
i have known defeat
and respected its verdict

i move on with my life
it is my obligation not much of a right
i have no one
except my self

i will not see you again
not with tears in your eyes
for you might as well become my burden

let me see you smile
let me hear your laughter
let me see you happy in his arms
let me see you hugging your children
let me see you with your family in the garden
on a barbecue party

now, i am happy too
i move on
that is what i can only do.