Moving on
I wish I could move on from you. Fully let you go. Im exhausted from having the hope that you'll reach out. Thinking that you might still care about me. I still stare at the bag of stuff I found of yours and packed up. Every time I see it I think maybe you'll come back for it. Maybe you even left it here on purpose. While it's here I will continue to have that hope. I hope you come get it soon so I can fully move on.