We played on
The seesaw up
And down and
Up and down
Laughing at how
Odd we were
Yet still balanced
But then one
Day there wasn’t
You across from
Me and I
Didn’t know how
To rise again
And then I
Discovered me alone
I pushed to
Stand and finally
My own balance
No more games
No more tipping
Just me there
On my own
I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
What is left
After the anger
Disappears probably the
Same things left
Behind by the
Tide a Galaxy
Of sparkling stones
Begging you to
Take notice now
Because tomorrow they
Will all disappear
Beneath something else
Sadly you’ve become
That absent spice
Noticed upon tasting
A spoonful of
Something that one
Thing that you
Forgot until it’s
Missing one part
Of many that
Now creates this
Dish called me
Like the wind
That brings rain
Like the wind
That rustles leaves
Like the wind
That whisks heat
Like the wind
That falls snow
Like the wind
You I never
Listened to until
Now when I
Don’t hear it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 