And so we had
What we thought that
We should have had
But now having had
What we actually thought
Was ours to have
We sit here wondering
Wasn’t it better then
When we were hoping
Rather than actually having
Had what we wanted
Why is it that
The anticipation of things
Seems to always be
Better than the thing
Itself it’s like after
The zip boom bah
And oh ooo ah
We go back to
The huh hmm blah
Not much to say
But I must write
It’s been a day
In its own right
One more flight delay
Yet another seat fight
I will say hey
Before it strikes midnight
I do know what’s
Coming like summer knows
Fall I do know
That after our days
Of heat and humidity
Comes the change it
Always comes always comes
The breeze turns cool
Then brisk and strong
Prompting sweaters and slacks
To cover our nakedness
And the summers wildflowers
With what were green
Now yellow red brown
Seasons always change they
Always change from ignition
And finally to takeoff
Our friendship has changed
Once comforting like granola
Bathed in steamed milk
Then deep like rich
Dark soil in which
We planted our delicate
Dreams to the cotton
Candy of our crush
To the tentative touch
Of curious fingers entwined
Finally to storms passion
Drenching everything in the
Rain of desires hunger
And finally back to
The quiet beginning wondering
Just what exactly happened
Like waking from dreams
Confusion full of innocent
Chagrin and cautious glances
Asking where to now
The problem for most
Things isn’t figuring them
Out because most things
Are figured out the
Problem with most things
Is the problems faced
After the problems are
Figured out answers are
Never just the answers
Answers in reality are
Simply the next questions
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 