There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
Category: Boo
GoneLost (for boo and bean)
Sitting here today
I’m present to
Lost and found
Something lost can
Be found again
But by then
It’s too late
Either you’ve discovered
A replacement or
You’ve learned to
Do without it
Keep important things
Close to you
Because once they’re
Gone they are
Gone for good
WholeOfIt (to boo and bean)
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
Smile
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
Often
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 