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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 