Moving On

The dusty cardboard boxes
Filled with memories in my mind,
Are lit up and remembered
By the sunshine through the blinds.

At times like these,
Time goes by fast.
I can still hear the echoes in the gymnasium
By the soft ghosts of my past.

I look through my photo albums,
For really no reason at all.
I wait for incoming changes,
And his next phone call.

Once more another goes,
I stick around to wait.
I remember all that I've loved.
I try to forgive those I used to hate.

I step outside to the Sweet chill
The wind harmoniously rattles the trees.
I'm stricken by a nostalgia wave,
I'm stricken by the spring breeze.

I know that someday I'll be reunited,
With all those people I care for.
Collected all together again,
Like the dust bunnies on the kitchen floor.

After every gain and every loss,
I will try not to cry.
For this is not the end.
How can there be a goodbye?

Like a rolling stone,
I'll be moving on.
Like always I'll remember
Just from hearing that song.

We'll meet again.
We'll all meet again.
Everything is eternal.
There is no end.