Because I Moved On


Is it as though I died,

And do they reminisce?

Or is my name forbidden,

To pass from their lips?


Do they think of me,

And wish I were there?

Do they miss my presence,

Am I even a passing care?


Does a tear ever drift down,

From within' their eye?

Are they aware how I miss them...

Of how much I cry?


Do they hold me in blame,

And such utter contempt?

Because I took control of me,

Or is my happiness exempt?


Will they ever accept me again,

And be involved in my life?

For I never stop being their mother,

...Just stopped being, the wife.



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