Why can’t I not look your way? It has been over two years–still the memory has yet to fade. The sight of you brings longings of yesterday, but I can’t turn back the hand of time.
Still, I regret my sudden departure.
I take the momentary glance of regret and hold it near.
One day though, I will let go of you and move on.
How will this happen? It will take place as I let go completely of the sense of disappointment of my shortcomings.
When will this happen? It will be the day I drive by and not turn my head your way–it will be then when I know I have moved on toward forgiveness of myself.