Our world is
But distractions pulling
Us or masking
Things or hiding
Others but the
One thing that
The world can’t
Do is quiet
The longing for
Love it rages
And beats becoming
Louder louder louder
Until at last
It finds another
Whose sound is
Similar and then
All the world
Quiets down slows
Down bows down
Finally allowing birdsongs
And puppy whimpers
To once again
Delight our ears
I thought that
Maybe by me
Showing you what
You deserve you’d
Learn that you
Deserve me but
Perhaps you’re used
To being treated
Poorly and disrespected
Should I leave
You be to
Those that use
Or cup your
Face in mine
And tell you
That you can
Have those that
See you for
You and not
Who they want
You to be
What I miss
Most about you
Is the way
You look at
Me you look
At me like
You look at
No one else
What I miss
Most is knowing
That you know
That I know
That we know
Only each other
What is odd
Is being two
In the presence
Of three especially
When two know
And the other
One wants one
They talk cackling
Like chickens while
I sit quietly
Catching ones wink
And the lonely
Ones icy glare
Desire is noisy
Love is silent
For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 