He Forgets Her

One more drink
He thinks

Then he’ll forget her

One more smoke
One more hit
Off the bong

One more tune
On his guitar
One more dinner
At Lucia’s

One more date
From the party
Next door

One more
Honest day’s work
One more check
In the bank
One more
Whispered prayer

One more night
Without her touch

Then one day
He’s so tired

Too tired

To do anything
But admit

That nothing he can
Do
Nothing in this world

Will allow him
To forget her

That night he has
One more drink
One more smoke
One more hit
Off the bong

Then he puts
A Ruger
To his temple
And at last

He forgets her