you are NOT over her

Don’t say you are over her if you still like your coffee bitter.

Don’t say you are over her if you start counting footprints in winter.

If her haughty sophistication hasn’t found its resting place

And is still haunting your sweaty soul and bloodless face

You aren’t over her… not even close.

Don’t say you are over her if you miss the way she got mad.

Don’t say you are over her if each her tear still makes you sad.

If the memories of walking with her still scramble your wits

Like the eggs a kid had to finish, but now grown-up, hits the streets.

You aren’t over her… not even close.

Don’t say you are over her if you miss the way she pointed out your flaws.

Don’t say you’re re over her if her cattiness still makes you seem like a crab without claws.

If you miss the way she said how rude you were and lacked

The manners and how after every raw, her bags were packed,

You are not over her… not even close.

Don’t say you are over her if the scent of her perfume is stuck in your nostrils.

Don’t say you are over her if her face sets up dates with your dreams.

If her voice, although faint and distal, is still ringing in your ears,

And you still keep talking about her after all these years.

You are not over her… not even close.

Don’t say you are over her if you’re looking for her in someone’s shade.

Don’t say you are over her if you would simply trade

All things you have just to hear her say because of you, we got lost, now we have to walk a mile

You are not over her if you would just bite your tongue and simply smile.

You are not over her… not even close.

You are not over her if you want your coffee bitter and bitter.

You are not over her when you hate cats, but for her, you’d adopt a kitten.

Don’t say you are over her if her image creeps in your mind

After a shot or two or a glass of red wine.

You are not over her… not even close.

And I know that you aren’t over me, cause my poems still embellish your bedroom walls.

You are not over me when, at night, you listen out for the lonely owls.

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And I am saying lonely owls because I don’t want to start a chapter I won’t close.

Yes, I am still not over you, not even a bit… not even close.