I tried not to think of you today
And put my pen away so I wouldn't be tempted
to write about you.
Your sea geen eyes and your touchthat always took my breath away as your own.
And your picture.
I placed it face down.
You always seem to gaze at me if I don't.
I looked at all the handsome faces that smiled at me
as I walked down the avenue and I told myself any which one of them could be mine.
But it was no use.
I saw you again.
Just a figment of my thoughts but enough to distract me.
Enough to make me wonder where you are and to want to be there too.
Dearest treasure, painful pleasure. How I hate you for this.
Hate you with a passion that drives me to find you again.
I tried not to think of you again today.
God help me tomorrow.