After two years
Of daily friendship
After hours of
Secrets wisdom jokes
Teasing and arguing
I’m about to
Meet him something
That should have
Occurred much earlier
But now the
Minutes seem longer
Than the years
Doesn’t a face
Deserve to see
A face doesn’t
A chest deserve
A chest and
A back deserve
The tight embrace
Of a hello
Seeing and hearing
Wanes in comparison
To its feeling
Which comes soon
Now I wait
Sitting alone here
As travelers gather
Mill and sip
Going somewhere perhaps
Home perhaps away
Sitting here wondering
If maybe we
Will have the
Time we planned
Will we love
Again or will
We be only
As close as
Strangers around me
Sitting here alone
Window seat watching
Clouds float by
Distracted by voices
Behind in front
Catching the occasional
Peel of laughter
Reminding me of
Yours as clouds
Float on by
But this time
You’re in front
Of me out
There beyond clouds
Waiting for me
And the laughter
That I hear
Now high above
Clouds that float
Float on by
Will soon soon
My love be
Replaced by your
Very own glee
As you run
Abandonedly towards me
Beneath the clouds
Don’t we all
At our desks
In a meeting
Or at dinner
Drift silently away
Wondering and wishing
For things or
Someone or with
Things with someone
Don’t we all
Ponder what if
What if when
When will wishes
What if wishes
Until of course
A cough a
Bell a call
Plucks us out
From our dream
Back to whatever
Drum we march
But what if
What if what
And where and
When and how
And with whom
I do that
This I have
Done that this
Usually that this
Becomes more much
More many times
More than that
This that this
Then becomes grander
And deeper and
Harder to forget
But now I
Know that this
Isn’t what you
Wanted that this
This that won’t
Ever be instead
We’ll just be
What you wanted
Not this and
Certainly not that
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 