There must be you

There must be some way to forget-
you.
Some method to remind that I am behind
on believing that I should mind that I
should've, no would've or at very least
could've forgotten that I still miss you.

The problem is that everything makes
me think
of the way you smile with subtle style
without too much guile that makes me
want to go a mile out of my way- I know
it's just denial, like I am on trial trying
to forget you.

Sometimes I think I shall stop feeling blue
like the difference between mist and dew
as if our time together was not the glue
that kept us intact otherwise I'd be
forced to construe that there was more than
just love that drove me to distraction about
you.