moving on happens when you’re not looking
it sneaks up on you when you’re busy doing other things
new lips brush gently against her face on a cold night
unexpected
he beams when sunlight spills into the room
as if she wasn’t weary at all, but her weariness made her more beautiful
seeking each other out
it happened without rhyme or reason
surrendered, done, open
when no one was looking
she realized she’d moved on
and you realized she was gone