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
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
You can’t understand
Don’t expect to
Just know this
Sometimes in life
Life gives you
The one thing
You don’t need
And challenges you
Make it yours
That’s my Christmas
Wish to you
Love does haunt
It hurts and
Is joyous it
Bleeds and weeps
It’s sometimes bitter
And sometimes sweet
But love is
Constant either aching
Or joyful you
Can always count
On love from
Me to you
And he was
Black and young
And I was
White and old
But somewhere we
Found harmony an
Understanding that despite
Differences we complimented
Each other like
Piano keys and
There in sharps
And flats we
Made music heard
Only by us
I will never
Forget you boo
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 