The Third Moon

I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't reeling
from what I just went through.
Organizing my life down to a carload,
saying goodbye
to my loving community,
all in the middle of the ice storm,
oh yeah... then add four days
of travel after all that
was no cake walk.

(Even though I found ways
to entertain myself,
I still called my mom everyday,
it comforted us both.)

I would be lying if I said I wasn't confused.
That I still can't wrap my brain around
what happened here a month ago,
nor what has gone down since then.

I would be lying if I said I didn't have doubts,
that I don't question my motives.
However, the synchronicity of how
everything fell in to place,
and the absence of that feeling of restlessness
that has been plaguing me for months
deny me my last holds on
self sabotage.

I would be lying if I said I didn't see
I did the right thing,
and everything is in perfect time.
I've had crystal clear clarity
provided with a dash of enjoyable alliteration.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't missing my heart.
She's changed and I don't know
if we'll ever be the same. I don't know if
I'll be able to identify with her new beat.
She's changed her rhythm
faster than I can make a rhyme.