It shouldn't have to be so tough
There are things you can do
To get over me.
I should know, it's an art
I've perfected over the years.

First take that stray thought of me
That comes up every 27 seconds and
Pop to burst.

Next, delete my name from your mailbox,
All the 563 times that it appears.
Proceed to erase every single line
I've ever written to you.

Stop closing your eyes or going to bed.
That's when you will never be able to
Escape those searing images of me
When the space next to you is filled
And not by me, it never will be.

Finally, take out the trash late at night
For that is when you can discard
All the times you ever heard my voice
Through the wires, criss-crossing with
The excitement of exchanging furtive glances
Across the room when no one was looking,
Or so you thought.