Your laughter peals
Like steeple bells
In some far
Off town reminding
Me of time
It sounds to
Me quiet like
Rain tapping the
Window and sometimes
As loud as
Rolling thunder across
Wheaten plains but
Mostly it’s those
Barely noticed giggles
That tickle me
Like snowflakes that
Alight on noses
I have
But one
Regret and
That is
That I
Met you
Late and
Had already
Squandered much
Of my
Forever on
Whomever but
Whatever forever
That remains
Is your
Forever forever
And ever
What is
Not important
Is how
Far you’ve
Come
What is
Very important
Is whom
You’ve touched
Along your
Way
We all enter
This world alone
Empty purses with
Empty hearts in
Which we then
Place fondness and
Affections and love
We also withdraw
From that purse
The exact same
Things donating them
To others and
Realizing that little
Remains for us
We stand huddled
And alone broken
Until at last
Someone tosses in
A few coins
A few more
And then many
It is not
How full the
Purse is that
Matters it simply
Matters that it’s
Empty for only
Then can it
Be filled again
Again and again
We bumped
Into the
Other while
Looking for
Something else
Or so
I had
Always thought
Until you
Told me
Years later
That you
Were looking
For me
And I
In turn
Were looking
For you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 