Overturn

I've tried to forget the sound of your voice And your straight auburn hair, The excited way that you talk, The poetic sway of your long legs When through the city you'd walk; I've tried to forget the music in the air Anytime that we've met, Your favorite songs or the books that you've read, Your travels abroad and exotic thoughts, Your sexy fedora and party dress. I've tried to forget a thousand poems That recount your eyes when you're sad Or the melancholy of your mouth in the moment Of a secret hurt you couldn't reveal, I've tried to forget the sound of your name And the way it makes me feel. I've told myself I can abandon Any memory of you, That I can easily make it through my existence Without any recollections of you, That if anything were to remain, It would only be contempt and disdain. But you and I know none of this is true, That there isn't any thought of you That doesn't leave me staggering Like a drunk on a staircase, That there's nothing in me That wouldn't weep to touch your face, That there's no rendezvous or place In which I would fail to meet you At your slightest behest. You're happy now and I'm content To be your stranger or your friend, But you have to be cognizant that nothing has changed, Nothing has been constructed in me That a single word from you could not overturn.