First you realize <br />there's no one in bed with you. <br />You discover <br />no dirty socks on the floor, <br />and you only have to boil water <br />for one cup of coffee. <br /> <br />You tell all your girlfriends <br />you're really happy he's gone. <br />He couldn't commit, anyway. <br />They agree, and arrange it <br />so you eat out every night that week. <br /> <br />Next you check the Personals ads. <br />You don't answer any of them yourself, <br />of course. <br />But you save the address. <br />You might want to submit one of your own. <br /> <br />You agree to have coffee <br />with any man around your age <br />who seems intelligent. <br />Who knows what could happen? <br /> <br />You go to sleep <br />thinking about your former lover <br />and walk up most mornings <br />thinking about him and crying. <br /> <br />After a month <br />you put his picture away <br />and only cry <br />when you think about the poems <br />you wrote for him. <br /> <br />(c) 1992<br /><br />Lynn Cohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-you-realize/
