Aftermath

Posted: September 8, 2012 in Memories, Personal, Poetry
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Aftermath

I may never be able to party again.
After half a beer
all I want is you…
so badly that I hurt with it,
so badly.
After several drinks I may go up like the bubbles in the beer.
Even if I stayed down
I couldn’t bear to be there by myself,
not to even see your face,
brush against your arm,
or meet your eyes across the room.
Perhaps I’d better stick with milk.
I ache too much right now.

Comments
  1. I have to preface my comment to say that I’m not a big fan of poetry,mainly because so much of it is the same. This one is not. “may go up like the bubbles in the beer…” stellar! And then ending with the decision to stick with milk. I’m certainly no expert on the form, but very well written IMHO

  2. Cindy Marsch says:

    Very vulnerable, the kind of thing our kids are uncomfortable to see. 🙂 I like that it’s ambiguous. Good work!

    • It probably makes them uncomfortable for one of two reasons. Either they’ve felt like that themselves (and don’t like having their feelings out there, even in someone else’s poem) or they feel like their parents or any older person should/could never have felt like that. 🙂 I’m glad you liked it. It was from my much more vulnerable period, many, many years ago.