Funny Love, Sober Love Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Six hundred fifty poems tall,
Four hundred sixteen days through it all.
Day by day, line by line,
Trading old habits for rhythm and rhyme.

Sober love doesn't stumble or sway,
It shows up clearly and chooses to stay.
No foggy glasses, no whiskey disguise,
Just honest hearts and wide-open eyes.

The butterflies still flutter and dance,
But now they don't run the whole romance.
Compatibility gets a proper seat,
Instead of chemistry sweeping us off our feet.

I've dated my future one poem at a time,
Measuring progress in meter and rhyme.
Some days were heavy, some days were light,
Yet every small verse helped me hold on tight.

Funny love laughed when I wanted to cry,
Told me, 'Keep writing, just give it a try.'
So here I stand, still learning the art,
Of staying sober in mind and in heart.

Six hundred forty-five poems strong,
Four hundred sixteen days moving along.
Day by day, in every way,
Funny love helped me find my way.

T.M.Solvang