And the music
Haunts me like
Your unopened letters
Staring at them
Wondering what’s inside
But these things
Aren’t like presents
More like coffins
For what’s inside
Is now dead
A poor resemblance
Of the bouquet
We once were
Category: Curiosity
SufferingLove
In loves absence
You think you
Suffer but here’s
The truth in
Loves absence it’s
Not really gone
It’s that you’re
Not sharing selfish
In love causes
Your simple suffering
Where’sLove
And back I
Am at the
Drawing board creating
My Prince Charming
Sometimes I think
That love has
Passed me by
Like an empty
Postbox that I’ll
Never feel the
Saturating rain of
Affection like Sahara
That I’m destined
To dream like
A sleepy child
Soaring
I’m like a
Bird on wire
Teetering uncertain where
To next but
Knowing that my
Wings will get
Me there eventually
I’m not worried
As I’ve fallen
Before the skies
Are mine let
The ground for
Those who cannot
Soar towards heaven
Whistle
I remember that
Whistle you made
At me down
That one dark
Wet lonely street
Years ago hailing
Me like a
Cab that sound
Causing me to
Turn towards you
Ears cocked like
A dog or
A child at
His mother’s voice
How’d I know
Then that you
Were calling me
Home at last
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 