Moving. On?

"Move On" you said.

Like it is so easy. 
Like one can simply snap one's fingers and make it all disappear.
All those times I said I loved you, I didn't mean them.
All the nice things I did because I loved you, yeah, I didn't mean them.
Is this what you want to hear?
Do you think this is easy?
Do you think I want to do this?
I love you and want to be with you.

"Forget me" you said. 

Tell me how.
I don't know. I try and try and try. And I still get sad. I feel lost and alone and afraid. I miss your laugh. I miss talking with you. 
How do you forget a smell? How do you forget a touch? How do you forget the whisper of your name in tones of a lover? No one else can compare. 
So why even try?


Move on. 
To what?
Am I supposed to find something better? 
When you are the person I wanted to be with, how can I find another to compare? 
Even when I try, I can't really put my heart into it. For my heart belongs to you. You have the key. 






 And that is my life. A love lost and never to be obtained again. My great white buffalo. I will love you always buffalo.