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
Month: January 2001
QUOTE FOR THE DEPRESSED:
“In the depth of winter I finally learned there was in me invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
QUOTE FOR THE CYNICAL:
Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
One hand slipped around my waist
As the music started weaving its magic
The other found my hand and clasped on
As our feet began to move in time
To the tune that played slow and haunting
We moved slowly and without haste
Silence now would seem tragic
Before we realized, it was gone
Our mind still dancing in the rhyme
As the music faded with its taunting
-yours truly 02.08.00
“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.”
-Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte