move on to where?

the waiting, the silence, the non-resolution
teaches you that your truth will always go unheard
unless you do something drastic yourself

it’s worse when you do go back
to try to make sense of what happened,
they act like you’re the one stirring things up
like you’re the one who can’t let go

but it’s about wanting closure, repair
about wanting understanding
about wanting to be met in the middle

but to some, the middle is silence
it’s a place where feelings are inconvenient,
and any attempt to revisit pain is too much work
too uncomfortable, too easily brushed off with
“That’s the past. I’m over it. Let’s just move on.”

but move on to where, exactly?
they never say.