No matter how
Often I close
The damper memories
Of you somehow
Trail down the
Flue of my
Mind reigniting the
Heartache of you
Catching embers that
Were so close
To being ash
Then erupting to
Full blaze and
Once again scorching
The new growth
That sprouted atop
What was once
You and I
Oh little Bean
Do you read
Me or have
You forgotten me
You live out
There like the
Early sunset of
Autumn too soon
You pop up
Like past due
Notices but where
Do I pay
Text me please
Do you not
Understand how hard
It is to
Choose nothing rather
Than something knowing
That the two
Of you won’t
Ever be what
You want and
Giving way to
What might be
Rather than clutching
To what isn’t
Let go die
Or start anew
Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 