Life is a
Progression not a
Procession you don’t
Simply step or
March you see
Try and fail
It’s the little
Things that you’re
Not thinking about
That trip you
Up everything happens
As the result
Of something else
Take a step
Take a moment
And look back
To see how
Far you’ve already
Come then take
Sight on what’s
Next and go
Oh sweetheart we
Wont always agree
But unlike rams
On some craggy
Himalayan mountain we’re
Not taking aim
Buckling down and
Butting heads we’re
Talking albeit sometimes
In code trickling
Across wires of
Anger but if
We never disagreed
Did we ever
Really really agree
What I dreamed
Happened what I
Thought I touched
What I longed
For I felt
And what I
Wished for on
All those birthday
Candles I finally
Received you see
Close your eyes
And hope for
Things really really
Do come true
The streetlamp shatters
Sending shards of
Yellow light like
Brush fires onto
Grass as car
Lights glow blueish
White ahead then
Turn to red
Cats eyes as
They pass the
Sky glows an
Eerie blue like
Spent flash bulbs
As landing planes
Mew like lion
Cubs this is
The morning here
It is simply
Simple the simplest
Of things those
Tiny moments that
Second that so
So slowly ticks
By the easiest
Of things the
Smallest of sounds
The pleasurable sigh
The hiccup on
A busy day
The chagrin the
Teeny tidbit the
Thing thought insignificant
These things are
The things that
I remember most
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 