we have a little conversation at

three a m about sleeping and not sleeping


and what's the matter and so on

and it ends with a cuddle and a sigh


i'm sorry   and i shouldn't be thinking

about this   but i'm thinking about terri


how we called each other babycakes

and baby-girl   and   again   i'm sorry   


how we kissed the night away   and

sleeping or not sleeping never came up


now i have to lie here feeling guilty

for having someone other than my love


on my mind   you see   terri and i

were great   terrific   but it wasn't love


this is   and how or why my mind

is on someone else leaves me sleepless






Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-29 at 11:17

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I love this. It's like a dark subversion of Larkin's Talking in Bed.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Memory has a knack of sometimes catching us in unguarded moments. Love is a limitless state of being but fondness for the blossoms of the past occasionally light the present. Well illuminated in this poem.