It’s the things
that I held
once so dear
slipping through fingers
sand and water
I can’t keep
the thing I
thought I was
isn’t a thing
anymore they’ve moved
without leaving me
a forwarding address
what am I
supposed to do
with this stuff
am I stuck
should I go
Wink
Like eyes veiled
behind dark glasses
the bluest sky
breaks quietly through
the curtain cracks
winking at me
with each passing
cloud floating by
hey there handsome
how’s that coffee
Oh
Oh if I
only knew how
don’t you think
that I would
but I don’t
and this then
is that when
you go yours
I go mine
for the one
we were once
has become two
Into
Stepping into
not away
takes courage
but in
doing so
one must
leave behind
this has
always been
my direction
forward and
never back
for then
has been
Hope
I do believe
that keeping candles
lit or torches
burning despite darkness
shows the light
of hope for
others to find
it mightn’t lead
for hope isn’t
always a light
that others see
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 