Moved On?

I've moved on.

Scarred, but healed and whole.

I look around and smile,

And I don’t see you in them anymore.

But sometimes,

I sit back,

Think,

And remember.

I check and make sure you’re doing alright.

I see you with some girl,

And I see you’re happy

And I’m glad.

So why does it still hurt?

A flash of pain in my chest?

“It hurts because it mattered.”

I've moved on,

But I still love you.