The Headless Horseman

Lately I’ve been sleepy and lately I’ve felt hollow.

At night I close my eyes, cross my fingers and cross my heart every time you cross my mind,

Wishing the leaves were confetti and the wind were applause.

For I have Fallen again,

But you are nothing more than a ghost these days.

One who cannot cross the bridge I burned long ago.

And I wonder if your wails are of misery or mockery,

Either one reminding me of mortality.

You gave me your heart, and I took your head.

And now I’m cursed with you being on my mind,

Knowing full well my name will never be said by your lips.