Can I Forget About You?

Can I forget about you?
Just for a little while?
It's just that I'm so tired, you see,
Of all this lonely lovelorn tripe.
I want to think of something else to write:

Of cloudy mornings or sunlit afternoons;
The joys of being alone,
Of watching time dance slowly by,
Of listening
To my own heart beat.

So if I could wipe away regret,
So the next time we meet as strangers,
And I offered you my first shy smile--

Would you mind so terribly?
Would you mind?