for Ted Kooser
If I lose Terri, and I might, I feel
Her drifting toward sunnier shores,
I will find another to love, I always have,
But I will never find another Terri.
Terri and I are not a good fit, except in bed.
She is sunny, I am cloudy. She is
The anode, I am the cathode. She is
The cherry on top, I am the drips
Running down the side, fun to lick,
But kind of messy, metaphorically.
It will be strange to sleep alone,
To go without, to do without,
To forge my way through the thick
Undergrowth of life sans companion.
I feel the ache already, and there
She is across the room, reading
And occasionally looking up to smile.
I have to wonder if I am putting
The cart before the horse.
But I know nothing of carts and horses.
I know this, when I'm with Terri,
And when I'm not with Terri, I think
About my quiet, North Country Girl,
And I know Terri thinks about others,
Other anodes. These are not the signs
Of a long-term relationship, but she is
The best cherry, the best of all cherries.
But when we kiss the way we do,
I want nothing else, and no one else.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-06-19 at 20:10
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