Faded
 
I've got an idea of you
that I keep
in a glance
in a photograph
taken months ago.
 
I've got an idea of you
that is sliding further
away from my
squeezed-tight eyes
every night.
 
I've got an idea of you
half-strength
a shadow of it was last week
and if it weren't for that photo
I wonder
if I could remember your face
 
And I found myself at the store
looking at the vitamins
that promote memory
so that at least I could recall
the things we once had.
 
But did you know
a bottle of Gingko Balboa
costs seven buck?
And I'm thinking
maybe,
it's time for me to move on.