And there came
The fork that
Place where we
Went you me
And not us
Oh I wished
That we could’ve
Been us for
A while longer
For a few
More steps or
Miles or hours
Or maybe days
But now is
When I say
Goodbye to us
And hello to
You
Month: June 2021
Writing (for Christopher)
Every single time
That I begin
To write its
As though I’m
Stepping into Heaven
I step into
A different beautiful
Place where everything
Simply becomes words
Spirit (to Christopher)
And like in
The cold your
Breath rising through
Woolen mittens I
Witness your spirit
Escaping your lips
After a kiss
Or the deep
Sighs of understanding
Or that look
On your face
When you at
Last understand the
Joke I played
Your spirit is
Your sun and
I see it daily
DampCharlotte
There’s a dampness
This morning like
A freshly showered
Bathroom that hangs
Like freshly laundered
Shirts and misty
Spider webs cling
To tall trees
The air smells
Like wet cement
And dirt little
Glass ornaments teeter
On leaves and
Leap onto clothing
Saturating it duck
Calls echo in
The distance as
Charlotte awakens a
Freshly bathed child
MorningWithYou
Awake I am
Writing with you
Asleep around me
Your breathing shallow
Keeps time with
These words stirring
You feel my
Distance even in
Sleep rolling next
To me you
Grab my hand
Away from the
Keyboard placing it
Upon your chest
Where I feel
You beat this
Morning giving pause
To these words
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 