Poems About Moving On by Top Critiquers

I'm sitting here.
Writing this down.
Knowing my thoughts are fleeting.
This thought that's come to mind.
I'm feeling ok.
No cares in the world.
Cause I'm not missing you.
 
Thruth. Had a drink.
A toke & a snort.
Mellow as the fiddlers three.
Like a pirate walking the plank.
Who's mate's donated rum rations.
Danced a jig on the plank did he.
As along he jigged to the end.
 
I'm not walking the plank.
I'll be alive tomo. Mañana.
I've been happy for a brief moment.
A rest bite...