My dear boy
And off you
Went with your
Knight in shining
Armor the one
That I promised
You that you’d
Find if patient
And return to
Me you did
Telling me tales
Of adventures quests
And moonlit linens
As my old
Heart sang at
Last for at
Last you found
Your very own
I remember when
You first met
Me you cautiously
Approached like a
Cat inching forward
Then darting back
Disappearing and reappearing
Braver each time
Until you eventually
Found comfort in
My elbows crook
Taking ownership there
Which is where
You remain every
Night after dinner
I don’t miss
You or us
I miss me
When in love
What I see
Now of me
Is like looking
Into a steamy
Mirror seeing the
Outline of something
Like disappearing into
The fog of
Cool wet August
Mornings of Frisco
There but not
Ghoulishly awaiting resurrection
The root of
Ignorant is ignore
Finished with rant
Likely expressed by
Ranting about what
One ignores unlike
Understand whose root
Is stand preceded
By under likely
Expressed by standing
For that which
Is seen as
Less than you
One is noble
The other cowardice
There’s this place
When naked you
Stand downtrodden and
Weary cold shivering
Like that last
Leaf clinging to
The last branch
On the last
Day of October
When someone like
A tugging wind
Pulls you up
And says sweetheart
This thing that
You think that
You are isn’t
You
You are the
Thing that you
Are to me
And to me
You’re not the
Last of something
But the beginning
Of something else
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 