I Don't Think of You

Every morning I open my eyes to a steaming cup of coffee, I plan my daily chores with care and I don't think of you. I board bus 54 to reach my office, warm and full of work. I step into my domain, I analyze and innovate what I think would be useful to many and I don't give a single thought to you. I meet new people and sell my ideas and I don't hope that my eyes will ever meet yours again. In the evenings, I do grocery, pick the greenest vegetables, choose the finest wines but I don't ever think of catching your voice. Weekends go by catching up with friends and latest trends, cooking, cleaning and that is the only time I think of you...I try so hard to scrub out your memories...to empty my week long effort not to remember you.