And then like
A letter you
Promised you slipped
Back into life
Tickling like a
Pair of pants
That once fit
I once again
Wore you like
A beard outgrown
I’ve learned to
Trim to see
Myself beneath the
Hair you are
You’re not my
All I am
You’re simply here
For a while
For as long
As I want
And not you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 