Poetry

For Terri (4/6/23)

I didn’t lose my husband
I know right where he is
See that jar on the windowsill?
The one with the lid?

He’s been dead and gone
For almost two years now
While I’m getting through my days
Sometimes I don’t know how

When he came into my life
It was a big surprise
A single Dad getting by
Three girls by his side

My own marriage was over
Years of unhappiness in my six
My own son and daughter
To add to the mix

He built me back up
Reminded me of my worth
Told me I was beautiful
Until I believed the truth

He loved to listen to music
And taught me about his favorites
We’d cook dinner together
Singing along to the classics

On weekends we’d go for rides
On his cycle or in his van
Drinking roadies
And holding my hand

We were each other’s second chance
Last shot at happiness
No, he isn’t lost
Just very badly missed