y resolve is weakening.
Though for a resolve that was never
very strong to begin with,
to weaken is no great leap.
I think I could more easily
give up chocolate
than stop thinking about you.

I know it has been months.
I know it was technically just a fling.
I know it didn't go any further
than a few hours together talking,
and some kisses.

And yet.

How the memory of those kisses
of your words
of your voice
of your touch
of your smile
of your laugh
of your charm

lingers.

Those delicious memories persist,
coming to visit my thoughts daily, hourly, more,
like cherished friends whom I never tire of seeing.

Surely you do not face this tenacious distraction.
Surely you've not had to resolve to put me out of your head.
And surely, if you have, your determination has never faltered,
given the utter impracticality of the situation.

No matter.
I will persevere.

Should my thoughts,
through no fault of my own,
haphazardly drift
from the task at hand
to memories of you,
I'll do my best to shake the dreamy look from my face,
and reach for another piece of chocolate.

--Marni Myers