half

the other half of my heart

is across the other half of the ocean

where the sun rises in the west

and the sky is grey

not in a silver kind of way.

under the bridge

that rhymes

flows a river of longing

and a current that spits at

the grey rocks on shore.

there is 5 million miles

and a dream

that the fog will rise

and our clocks will tell

the same time.

you are not here

but that makes you closer.

♡