Moving On

I’m over you enough to not think about you every day,

And I’m over you enough to not flinch when someone says your name

I’m over you enough to not dream about your face

Every night.

I guess I’m over you enough because I don’t sit and wait for you to call,

And I’m over you enough not to lose it all,

Because of you.

But am I over you enough to just walk away?

Am I over you enough to leave with a little dignity?

And can I really say that I’m over you enough not to drop everything if you called?

I don’t know.

I know I’m over you.

But am I over you enough?