And so
Bean we
Talked and
I said
Things that
Fell on
Deaf ears
They now
Lay curled
At my
Feet like
A drowsy
Cat encumbered
What do
I do
Now with
These things
They’re huddled
Beneath me
A ball
Of yarn
No end
And no
Beginning what
Will you
Do with
Them aren’t
We just
A ball
Of yarn
Aren’t e
Just an
Amalgamation of
Feelings of
Loss and
Desire and
When now
Do we
Breathe deep
Knowing each
Others humidity
Love is
Love it
Takes many
Forms from
Heartache to
Denial from
Rain and
Floods to
Burgers and
Chips to
Shared cigarettes
In a
Parking lot
To laughter
And tears
And you
My love
Is love
Have we
Not shared
Those silly
Insignificant things
Have we
Not tasted
Each other’s
Dinner have
We not
Awakened in
The morning
To see
Each other
Still there
And surprised
If those
Things aren’t
Love well
I don’t
Know what
It is
When I
Ser your
Hi photograph
I don’t
Recognize you
Every picture
I see
Isnt you
The you
I see
Isn’t you
It’s beyond
You and
When I’m
Lucky enough
To see
You I
See the
World
That whisper
Of life
That you
Feel hands
Clenched there
When God
Has suddenly
Become someone
There when
You’re absolute
Turned to
Someone else
Who was
It your
Self why
Do we
Hear others
When we
Tend to
Listen only
To ourselves
Some things
Are stamped
Pressed hard
In us
Not a
Tattoo or
Piercing but
Something deeper
Something left
Behind like
A parcel
Or note
And there
You discover
Only when
They’re gone
What you
Had lost
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 