What is it
Like to not
Remember to lose
Those things held
So dear or
Is it simply
The reference point
Which we lose
Do we miss
What’s gone if
We can’t remember
It being there
Or does its
Absence simply
Mean that there’s
Room for more
Even a door
Feels the pain
Of constant knocking
When it remains
Closed to everything
As a boy
He held but
One thing in
His heart which
Was to wander
Free amongst the
Forest treasures and
Dance in moonlight
But he lived
Amongst the beasts
In towns made
Of pride greed
And anger so
All he could
Do was wait
Until that one
Harvest moon upon
Which his path
Would be shone
Taking him home
To the shire
And his fae
We all
Undress at
Some point
Timidly and
Cautious or
Passionately and
Wonton but
Eventually we
Get naked
Often in
The dark
But my
Daybreak has
Happened and
I stand
Before you
Right here
Right now
Blemished and
Old imperfect
No more
Hiding behind
Words or
Romance or
Candlelight or
Mirrors this
Is me
The truth
I have
But one
Regret and
That is
That I
Met you
Late and
Had already
Squandered much
Of my
Forever on
Whomever but
Whatever forever
That remains
Is your
Forever forever
And ever
One more
Conversation with
God last
Night please
Don’t ask
Me for
Answers He
Said I
Give you
Failures and
Surely that
Is enough
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 