When people tell you to "Move On"

There are two words
that are heard more than courtesy calls;
words that are meant to deep
but rarely do they seep
beyond the skin
because they're hollow,
they're shallow
and no amount of intensity
can make you act upon it.

How can you act upon it
when every little thing,
sight or sound
takes you all the way round -
back to where it started,
back to where you parted.
How can you?

You get used to the pain,
the emptiness inside,
the rawness that pricks
every now and then
reminding you
yet again..
of everything you so wish to forget.

Pints of forgetfulness don't help,
they only give you a lasting ache
throbbing at the back of your mind,
in the center of your chest
of the mess inside your head -
all that is waste.

Then one day, someone walks in
through the doors
and you see light
after too many dark nights.
It could be the sunshine
you were craving all this while,
or it could only be a flashlight
breathing until the batteries run out.

People will keep asking you to move on
even after you have moved on.
They will point out your flaws,
voice your insecurities
and shove you down.
They will shake you and break you.
But if you listen to me,
Take the chance, call out to the light-man.