Sitting alone and
Listening to music
When one of
Our songs plays
And from deep
In my stomach
The sobs bubble
To the surface
Because I know
You don’t remember
These our songs
Because I fear
By now you
Barely remember me
Month: December 2020
GodAgain
I spoke to
God again this
Time crying He
Whispered to me
Son the absence
Of love is
Pain and the
Absence of pain
Is love it’s
Impossible to know
One without the
Other that is
Why I made
It that way
To remind you
Cherish everything always
Yes even pain
For from it
Springs the other
ShooCatShoo
This sky is
One large lounging
Gray tabby sitting
On the Appalachian
Mountains windowsill absorbing
All the sun
Preventing any of
It to warm
Any of us
Shoo cat shoo
Bring us that
Cold winter sunshine
Days are shorter
Like furloughs during
The war time
December
Winter trees stand
Naked outside my
Window charcoal fingers
Playing puppet shadows
Against cold gray
December skies that
Hover like parents
Over home work
Never really moving
Nary a breeze
All is still
But me seeing
And you breathing
Here beside me
Haunted
I awoke from
Sleep breathless and
Startled as though
Those in my
Dreams were holding
Me under water
At once realizing
That they are
The ones gone
And not me
I am yet
Alive charged still
With this life
Which is worse
To be the
Living haunted or
Those gone haunting
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 