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.