Moving on

Moving on
It's easier for some.

I stand accused of waiting
Of trading tomorrow for yesterday
And quiet acceptance.

This is not false
But within the details
It has yet to claim any truth.

I will not sing of my journey
The story is mine to behold
And those whom I wish to share in it.

But I will not rush
It will be as I demand
Take shape as I desire.

I will admit to longing for her love
But she has faded into my past
And this is not the story of her.