I wish there was a pill that could rid me of
The memory of deep brown eyes and shy smiles
The wrinkled forehead of a contemplating lover
His lingering caresses before sleep began

I wish I could swallow that cure in a capsule
And forget the adoration in his gaze
The nights of snuggling under covers with “I Love Lucy”
The firm hand holding mine in movie lines

With a wisk of water to wash down the reminders
The beach pictures with his curly wet hair
The songs we sang to on long car rides
The bare spot where my ring used to be

If sure a thing did exist, I’d give it a shot
Because nothing else has helped me yet
Not time, not distance or acceptance
Nothing can replace or drown out his memory

– yours truly 11.22.00