Poem of the Day: The Moving On Edition

Better

It is better this way
she thinks
the right decision
really

maybe

her jaw is sore
from being clenched all night,
grinding teeth through her subconscious ruminations
it is better
she knows,
counts the reasons
as if they are on a list—which they are
talks to herself as if she can convince herself verbally
a deep sigh which turns into a sniffle
the tears are held at bay for now
she tries to think through logistics,
as if the normalcy of figuring out when to move,
not if to move,
will calm her,
as if rational thinking is the cure to this sudden, unforeseen burst of emotion
she does not want to move
she thinks
but that is a lie
she does not want to move on