That Buzz
Molly B. Murphy
I know
you can down a 6-pack
while I sip just one
only half way,
nursin’ it back to health
while yer runnin’ races
with the next case.
This was no disgrace
really, as there was that time
when just keepin’ this side
of the line was survivin’
in its own special way
’n I never did see you “drunk”
however strange that may sound
to those
who would only be too glad
to judge.
I know too
it must be killin’ you
watchin’ me
savor this one
while you are sober
for more than one reason.
You know, I never really knew you
sober, before this;
you always had one
in yer hand
while its partners
waited anxiously in the fridge
for your lovin’ hand.
I think I need this one
to deal with all the more of you
that has come true to me
since your sobriety;
you know I love you so much more
than before, while I am so afraid
of losing you, at the same time
I need to realize
there is so much new to you too,
not only me:
As you, with unblinded eyes,
may be seeing me
for the first time this week;
I only hope you love that new me
as much as I love the new you!
Yet in some reality
we are as we have always been
and always will be.
