Move on, friend

Written April 15, 2022.

I see the green light gently glistening
Slowly parading above the otherwise still water
No end in sight
Would there ever be one?
I see the cold liquid embrace
Move forward not back
Time does not stop
Nor does it care
Each wave a lock
Each movement a smile
The color green reminiscent of blue
But reality is not that
For reality does not care.
Reality says no, move on.
An empty shell walking along the water
Cold inside and out
What was once will be again
But what was not will not.
A future that does not exist
Longing and regret is a prison
Move on, friend.