As his name
Implies he is
Also a bed
Hog but more
Unlike me a
Wizard with numbers
While I master
Words though we
Speak different languages
We listen with
The same ears
For each other
Month: November 2020
Present (to You)
I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
Ghosts (to Bean)
I was haunted
By dreams of
Long lost loved
Ones of times
Way past I
Awoke wondering where
I was uncertain
Of who I
Am until I
Remembered you and
Knew that I’m
Exactly where I
Need to be
They are simply
Ghosts of heartbreak
Safety (to Bean)
And then someone
Threw me overboard
And unable to
Swim I was
Sinking when suddenly
Two splashes above
Me happened suddenly
First a buoy
And then you
Pulling me from
Deaths grip you
Brought me air
And carried me
To the safety
This you did
Only for me
Music ( with bean and I)
And so I
Grafted myself to
You and you
Small broken flower
Less and somewhere
In between I
Knew that you
Would never grow
Without me music
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 