I can have
What I want
I can’t have
Everything I want
Choosing really hurts
I forgot that
It hurts badly
Causing me not
To choose to
Delay my choice
But delaying choice
Only causes corruption
Instead of flying
Towards one abandonedly
I sour both
Choose I must
Choose I will
If I don’t
Choose you it’s
Only because I
Want to remember
The sweet you
Not the you
I made you
Into by not
There are some
Things that can’t
Be kept apart
Summer and fall
Storms and rain
Lattes and foamy
Mustaches and you
And I there
Are some things
That fight to
Stay apart oil
And vinegar gas
And oil fire
And water but
When mixed create
Something completely different
We’re like that
We’re like both
Of those things
I never knew
Just how far
Away two hundred
Eighty miles was
I’ll tell you
It’s the same
Exact distance as
The moon far
For me to
Get to you
I might as
Well be going
To the moon
That’s how far
Far away now
Is to me
He told me
To write a
Poem so here
Goes
I’m like a
Pasture that’s been
Scarred by the
Heavy wheeled machinery
Meant to plant
Grow and harvest
But that have
Additionally turned me
From pristinely pastoral
Into just another
Few acres of
Raped pillaged profit
I’m not broken
Neither are you
And there in
Lies the problem
The problem us
And it all
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 