I have traveled
So very far
To be here
So many hours
Too many places
And oh faces
Faces belonging to
No one particular
As important as
Street lamps casting
Their brief hello
As I pass
Waiting waiting always
Waiting for that
One face your
Face that street
Sign that tells
Me that I’ve
Finally arrived home
It’s the chinks
In your armor
Which sets you
Apart from others
But when I
Touch them I
See so many
Blows to your
Heart I can
See that they
Hurt but obviously
You’ve just been
Bruised not pierced
Harmed not crippled
To perhaps joust
Again with me
Just a few
More days and
Finally and forever
We’ll be together
Until I have
To leave again
But those two
Days will be
My forever more
I have decided
That Prince Charming
Doesn’t really exist
And if he
Does he’s taken
By the likes
Of Snow White
Rapunzel and Sleeping
Beauty ugh so
I have decided
To turn my
Attention on less
Of a Prince
And more of
A charm less
Treasure and more
Wit less pageantry
And more humility
Less castle and
Servants and more
Home and us
Besides who really
Wants to date
Someone who is
Two dimensional anyway
It is quiet
Except for breathing
Coming from you
And Satie playing
This is time
When things stop
And a moment
Becomes a year
When this right
Now goes on
And on until
You turn squinting
Brushing away sleep
Your smile upon
Seeing me is
My breaking dawn
And this time
This year has
Now finally passed
And we’re back
To being ourselves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 