It seems I’ve
Lost inspiration my
Mind is numb
As though the
Line went dead
Hello hello are
You still there
They will return
Like gaggles flying
Overhead above the
Marshes and wetlands
Honking we’re here
We’ve come back
Landing with splashes
On these pages
I’m afraid to
Go into the
Bathroom the light
Blazes how am
I too sleep
Friends mean more
To me than
Anyone even lovers
They accept me
For who I
Am and never
Make fun of
Me for whom
I’m not therefore
Rick this goes
Out to you
I love you
You my Muenster
Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
Holidays are cruel
Too many memories
Of love curdled
Long lost ornaments
Yellowed wrapping paper
And time tinged
Ribbon joy and
Gleeful laughter now
Go silent fallen
In love married
Now all gone
One last hurdle
In loves steeplechase
Our anniversary will
It trip me
Sending me once
Again to stumble
Or will I
Clear it finally
And trot on
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 