Response to a Poem from an Old Journal
A Poem
4/14/2015
If you weren’t you, we could work together.
You’re hardworking and well traveled that’s true.
You’re an ass though so it doesn’t matter.
My stomach flutters when I see you, sure,
But you’re an idiot—that’s nothing new.
If you weren’t you, we could work together.
I think parts of your could be my lover—
The quiet morning coffee part of you,
But you’re an ass so it doesn’t matter.
This is dumb—I shouldn’t even bother.
Even if we tried I know what you’d do.
If you weren’t you, we could work together.
I think—at least one way or another.
I wonder if you would cheat on me too.
You’re an ass though so it doesn’t matter.
Maybe the same things also bothered her.
Do you always have a girl in the queue?
If you weren’t you, we could work together.
You’re an ass though so it doesn't matter.
6/21/2017
Thinking back I am not glad but rather
dismissive of the time wasted on you.
Not just an ass, but of bad character
you were an idiot—I was for sure.
A drunk fool groping in the dark for you;
thinking back I am not glad but rather
wish I could reach back through time to shelter
that past self who’d been able to confuse
plain lust with a maturing desire.
We did develop, though only after,
a confident, bitter-sweet sort of view.
Thinking back I am not sad but rather
realize that my heartache helped me acquire
an awareness of what I sought through you.
Not some ne’er do well of false character,
but a friend. One that I could call “partner.”
Someone who isn’t perfect but is true.
Thinking back, I am now glad and rather
pleased with the growth of my own character.
About the Creator
Laura DiNovis Berry
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