"Move on", they said,
As if I didn't cry myself to sleep every night,
As if I wasn't just like them, a human being
That frequented her secret spot to hide
For more time than I'd dare to say,
Before going back to faking another smile.

"Move on", they said,
But how could I?
Knowing that the past is still ruminating
Inside my head.
Every day,
Each morning.
It...