I still half-expect to see you

when I walk through the doors,

as I had so many times before

Alas, those moments have come and gone

like trying to catch smoke

and watching it disappear

between your forefinger and your thumb

Moving on is hard

but so is gazing back at scars

left by you, left by me,

byproducts of lies and chemistry

Missing you, harder still

but this time, I won't bend my iron will

to run back to loving you

when you've already run from what is true

Come find me, love, if you ever find the time

As for me?

I'm no longer giving up mine