Clarity is hard
Oh my God
It’s hard knowing
Understanding these things
While all others
Flit and fly
About knowing nothing
Bumping into others
Casually saying hello
I do find
My Heaven in
Others for what
I see in
Them is nothing
Short of angelic
From a distance
For who but
God dare to
Touch an Angel
It is time
To put away
All my toys
To stop imagining
What could be
And finally accept
What will be
And never ever
Actually was except
In the cruel
Minds of children
My fear of
What I eventually
Had to do
Was far worse
Than the thing
That I did
For when done
What was once
Fear turned immediately
Into my relief
As though for
So long I
Being a child
Had held my
Breath in some
Desperate hope of
Being noticed and
Now at long
Last I being
The man that
I had hoped
You would be
Finally breathe again
Such is this
Thing called goodbye
It is only
When you turn
Your attention away
From yourself do
You truly love
It is only
When then there
You stand naked
Against the elements
Of abject uncertainty
Can you even
Utter the words
I love you
It is then
When you abandon
Yourself making someone
Certainly more important
Than even you
This I know
You are windows
And not walls
You let me
See rather than
Keeping me hidden
You give me
Air to breathe
Sunshine to feel
Rain to watch
You teach me
Things about myself
That without windows
I’d never see
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 