And like dishes
And cups and
Plates we threw
What we were
At each other
Breaking and splintering
Everything to shards
Amidst the heap
We knew then
That the Humpty
Dumpty of us
Lay at feet
Months then passed
We moved on
And now like
A boomerang that
We tossed we
Return better for
The flight than
The crashing landing
Of the dishes
That we were
You live life
I live mine
Circling like magnets
Some times opposed
Other times attracted
We dance there
Never ever sure
What the other
Will certainly do
Careless and carefree
Two of us
Here in space
One of my
Favorite things is
You as child
Monkey they called
You not because
You resembled one
But because you
Scaled trees there
You’ve always been
The monkey to
My gorilla just
A couple of
Primates that people
Admire in public
It’s not the
Gift that you
Receive that’s important
It’s the fact
That you have
A present present
When you reached
Out to me
After six silent
Months I knew
Right then this
You are alive
And are happy
That you haven’t
Forgotten me and
That present present
Made the difference
That is love
And it came
Like a cautious
Step on a
Freshly iced pond
His voice from
Afar hesitant tentative
Like the hand
Of a child
To the jowls
Of sleeping dogs
It was not
What I expected
Or dreamed or
Thought it’d be
It was simply
A new stranger
Once again asking
For some time
Absent the cacophony
The bombshell barrage
Of our last
Campaign months ago
It is now
Peace time now
A time to
Collect the dead
And start over
Just as friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 