I’m not over you
I'm waiting for you in that Peter Pan place between sleep and awake,
so hopeful that you'll finally return to me and cross the bridge
over the River of Life that winds between us, that separates
like so many ashes scattered in the sea.
But I know these images will disappear, ink dissolving in the ocean.
Really, I'm a fool, still waiting for you with my heart broken.
I'm waiting and praying even knowing you're