And like returning to
The highland getaway cabin
After a particularly devastating
Winter I stare upon
The blank page upon
Where I would go
To hide from coldness
Arms where I found
Comfort lips where I
Sought refuge laughter which
Blocked out the blinding
Heated light of despair
Only to find them
All gone these revelers
Once the wine and
Warmth turned to ash
Apologies to my readers
The words which I
So enjoy and the
Stories that they spin
Somehow got stuck caught
Or simply dried up
Maybe I got tired
Perhaps I grew old
At any rate I
Decided to step away
Step down and stop
I have discovered in
My long long life
That when anything stops
Being a joy then
It’s best to sleep
Repair renew and dream
Sometimes you just don’t
Can’t won’t or will
Sometimes the desire is
Gone keeping you still
And quiet faraway from
Writing like a pill
Whether swallowed or penned
Simply paying the bill
For things already written
Sleep I do
Sleep I must
Dreams they woo
Dreams they dust
Wake I too
Wake I trust
Day we shoo
Day we bust
Night it soothes
Night it shush’s
It’s with a heavy
Heart that I admit
That I am scared
Breakups are never easy
Yet here we are
Once had now gone
I will miss you
And what you promised
I did love you
But then you cheated
With the one that
You promised to avoid
You promised me that
Never shall we mingle
And yet you did
I should’ve expected it
Seduction is always sweet
Until the apple bitters
And it always does
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 