remedies

frames of memory can be
wiped clean of you.
the mind can be persuaded
to be forgetful.
those people who saw us
laughing together
singing, dancing,
walking together
and clicked souvenirs
can be left behind.

"people come and
people go. Life goes on."

didn't we spout such "wisdom"
to gullible strangers all the time
nestled cozily in our cynicism?
where did we lose our naivete
where shall we look for it
now when we need it most?
then again, maybe we won't.
mornings will find reasons
to drag into lousy afternoons.
evenings will find books.
nights will find pills.
you will be gone.
everything beautiful
as before.

all i need now
is an antidote
for dreams.