Something broken
now free
to roam
maybe run
unsure where
but certainly
towards what
yearning longing
breathing breathless
gulping air
and growling
this could
be water
it could
be fury
but definitely
it’s desire
a beast
once free
never found
Month: September 2023
Broken
Sitting here thinking
more like recalling
how I traced
your lips with
my fingers up
and down and
all around watching
your eyes smile
it was quiet
then as you
turned away shyly
and me asking
is something wrong
after a moment
you turned back
it was then
when your lips
said what your
eyes just did
it was then
right then when
we both knew
that this new
day had broken
MyDearLad
But remember that you
are twenty-seven years old
you have a whole
lot of life left
to live I’m on
the opposite side of
that timeline most of
my life has already
been lived resulting in
memories your job is
to make your own
whereas mine is to
remember those I’ve made
Flypaper
Sometimes I don’t
then I do
in that gap
between the two
I call flypaper
knowing it’s there
trying to avoid
it catches me
and now stuck
I am suffering
once remembering freedom
and now not
but if freed
I will do
and never not
always avoiding indecision
NoNoI
No no I
do I do
just wait just
stay and let
me listen and
look and touch
lay with me
stay with me
play with me
let us be
now before we
go back to
where we belong
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 