It seems to me
That the ends of
Things either go out
With bang or sizzle
Either a shot or
A sip either a
Boom or a fizzle
Either an ahh or
An oh I guess
That most things end
After other things do
Affection or money or
Time or even patience
I do wish though
That relationships were more
Like clothes when something
No longer fits it’s
Blatantly obvious it doesn’t
You know that part
Of figuring out what
You do want is
Experiencing what you don’t
The heart is like
The tongue in order
To learn what you
Like you’ve got to
Be brave enough to
Take that first bite
Love knows no age
Nor does it know
Time it doesn’t recognize
Distance nor does it
Ever really make rhyme
It’s never ever easy
And it’s always surprising
Love is like air
After drowning it’s like
Water after running it’s
Like fire after freezing
Love is a blanket
That someone covers you
With while you’re napping
Love is so many
Things that if we
Just stopped to think
For a moment we’d
Realize that yes we’ve
Been in love so
Many many times before
Starting with our mom
And so we had
What we thought that
We should have had
But now having had
What we actually thought
Was ours to have
We sit here wondering
Wasn’t it better then
When we were hoping
Rather than actually having
Had what we wanted
Why is it that
The anticipation of things
Seems to always be
Better than the thing
Itself it’s like after
The zip boom bah
And oh ooo ah
We go back to
The huh hmm blah
Not much to say
But I must write
It’s been a day
In its own right
One more flight delay
Yet another seat fight
I will say hey
Before it strikes midnight
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 