And it happened
Now it’s over
Existing in memory
Interesting it is
That while memory
Exists in feelings
It does not
Exist in activities
I do remember
That we did
This and that
But the sensations
That I felt
Have completely disappeared
So rather than
Remembering all those
I will remember
You and I
During that one
Mid March weekend
In Hampton Virginia
And so we
Kissed at last
And rather than
Fireworks doves flew
There was peace
As though some
Treatise was signed
Our hearts had
Been at war
Invading each other
And then retreating
But when at
Last that kiss
Came with it
Also was the
Agreement of borders
Never to cross
After two years
Of daily friendship
After hours of
Secrets wisdom jokes
Teasing and arguing
I’m about to
Meet him something
That should have
Occurred much earlier
But now the
Minutes seem longer
Than the years
Doesn’t a face
Deserve to see
A face doesn’t
A chest deserve
A chest and
A back deserve
The tight embrace
Of a hello
Seeing and hearing
Wanes in comparison
To its feeling
Which comes soon
Now I wait
Sitting alone here
As travelers gather
Mill and sip
Going somewhere perhaps
Home perhaps away
Sitting here wondering
If maybe we
Will have the
Time we planned
Will we love
Again or will
We be only
As close as
Strangers around me
Sitting here alone
Window seat watching
Clouds float by
Distracted by voices
Behind in front
Catching the occasional
Peel of laughter
Reminding me of
Yours as clouds
Float on by
But this time
You’re in front
Of me out
There beyond clouds
Waiting for me
And the laughter
That I hear
Now high above
Clouds that float
Float on by
Will soon soon
My love be
Replaced by your
Very own glee
As you run
Abandonedly towards me
Beneath the clouds
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 