Sometimes we tend
To parse things
Out in order
To understand them
Like a present
Isn’t really a
Surprise it’s simply
A thing a
Box some paper
Tape and ribbon
Same as love
When we autopsy
It we discover
It’s flaws but
Once it’s gone
We miss the
Whole of it
Ah a smile
Like a galaxy
Of individual stars
Staring at me
Like the lights
Of Christmas trees
Twinkling behind ornaments
Like early sunrise
And harvest moons
Like that very
First crisp bite
Of a freshly
Picked autumn apple
Like those cheesy
Grins in old
Childhood photographs which
Now embarrass everyone
Like mirrors into
Your soul like
Whispers into ears
Just like you
Look at me
I often wonder
Why confessions of
Faith are often
Whispered but declarations
Of belief are
Often yelled for
Everyone else to
Hear the same
Goes for love
The hope for
Love is often
Admitted to pillows
Right before sleep
And the end
Of it is
Heard by just
About every one
I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
I was haunted
By dreams of
Long lost loved
Ones of times
Way past I
Awoke wondering where
I was uncertain
Of who I
Am until I
Remembered you and
Knew that I’m
Exactly where I
Need to be
They are simply
Ghosts of heartbreak
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 