Yet every time
Every single time
Every time that
I think that I’m
Over you I’m
Reminded that I’m
Not I never
Will be over
One tiny thing
Brings back all
The other things
I hate this
I hate it
I wish that
I hated you
But I don’t
I never will
Oh I know
That you are
You are well
Past over me
I’m the one
Passed over on
Your way to
Being well well
Past over me
I am tired
Tired of being
The man that
Everyone else wants
I am tired
Tired of falling
Tripping over others
That I thought
Were my rocks
But instead are
Simply boulders littering
My path with
Their own complications
Causing careful steps
As to avoid
Disturbing them when
In reality its
They disturbing me
Like a duck
On a pond
I have heard
The winds song
Time to go
It is saying
This isn’t home
Home is there
Way out there
Beyond your imagination
Here is where
Home let you
Be before you
Eventually get there
Sometimes in life
I set fire
To those things
Close to me
Not to watch
Them burn but
Rather to see
Which are strongest
This includes friends
Two nights ago
I ignited a
Firestorm call it
A controlled burn
Which laid waste
To almost everyone
In my path
For one reason
To give light
To new friends
And reduce others
To simple ash
Promoting new growth
In the silence
Of my making
I have found
My own thoughts
That comfort me
All is quiet
Except for breath
And my heart
And my memories
Making me smile
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 