You only ever miss
Something until you can’t
We never really realize
How lucky we are
When we are lucky
We always seem to
Be looking somewhere else
When where we are
And what we’re doing
And who we’re with
Will one day be
Long gone and then
When it’s too late
We will miss now
Then
Oh the world thinks
That our own heartache
Is what cripples us
No it’s not that
What diminishes our ability
Is the insistent chipping
Piece by precious piece
Of our own hearts
When those other hearts
Stop beating simply because
They dared to love
Those that they loved
What is to become
Of us when we’re
No longer allowed to
Dance will we drift
Like jellyfish on ocean
Currents avoiding each other
For fear of stings
Nodding as we pass
One barely apparent one
To the other our
Desire nothing more than
Spiny secrets that drag
Behind leaving a wisp
Of what once was
I fear for this
World not my world
My world’s behind me
I fear for this
Your world I can’t
Understand nor did I
Ever imagine that this
Could’ve ever been that
When I was young
But now as I
Look down upon you
Tucked up so tightly
In your precious bassinet
I worry for you
This world of yours
I have spun my
Wishes together combining threads
Of person and place
Into my futures tapestry
To either hang huddle
Or hold against me
But really to share
With another woven therein
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 