Moving on

The night was young and full of withering light

He drinks spirits with his new family and smokes heavens delight 

Unprepared was the willing man who's scars have made him cold

When a call from the past rang bold as the pain he forgot to let go 

It was the most innocent voice he had ever heard

The absurdity he felt through the reason for her calling was his own

For whatever he remembered between them he knew to be gone

What was a call of overdue acknowledgement and appreciation, sounded to him like the saddest song

With his sudden remembrance of the past his pain could no longer be prolonged 

Still surrounded by his new family He could only say to himself

It's finally time to move on