What I didn’t
lose I gave
away wanting nothing
to ever remind
me of what
was once everything
it is strange
now standing here
in this peace
eight long years
later being not
what I was
but what I
am and this
now this new
me will never
go back to
any of that
for that at
least to me
no longer exists
it is done
Category: Cookie
Damned
There is
a point
and I’ve
found mine
a place
of understanding
and unwillingness
be damned
this point
this place
go hand
in hand
where once
yours went
in mine
be damned
Hands
I remember your hands
as they held mine
I remember feeling them
sudsy and warm under
the tap as we
washed in the kitchen
I remember noticing them
wind their way through
my hair turning my
face towards your kiss
I remember your hands
slipping free from mine
that last and final
time that we parted
Men
Where’d the men go
Did they march off
to some war of
which I was unaware
Were they beamed up
into some alien craft
and swept far away
to some distant planet
to propagate that place
Where did they go
Being a man meant
something once and not
what so many think
What did it mean
Go ask your fathers
father and his father
and his and his
for men have been
gone for a long
time before yesterday and
even longer than today
And I’m wholly uncertain
if they’ll ever return
having been lost to
war or another place
EverAgainEver
I do remember
Of course I
remember I remember
fondly but not
longingly time has
severed that connection
like a prisoner
pulling his chain
free from post
sending him somewhere
anywhere else but
there where misery
pain and suffering
occurred once love
had souringly curdled
I have rinsed
my mouth of
you and wiped
my lips clean
but yes I
do remember of
course I remember
I never lost
the taste of
you but I
doubt that I
will enjoy you
ever again ever
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 