I’m something to
Many and nothing
To the others
Like coal can
Also be a
Diamond but likely
It’s just coal
To be used
Burnt and forgotten
Rather than kept
And finally revered
Category: Friendship
Unopened
And the music
Haunts me like
Your unopened letters
Staring at them
Wondering what’s inside
But these things
Aren’t like presents
More like coffins
For what’s inside
Is now dead
A poor resemblance
Of the bouquet
We once were
WritingBlossoms
And the melodies
Make me bob
And hum like
Tiny birds moving
From the blossoms
Of words taking
What I can
And pollinating
Just this page
SufferingLove
In loves absence
You think you
Suffer but here’s
The truth in
Loves absence it’s
Not really gone
It’s that you’re
Not sharing selfish
In love causes
Your simple suffering
Where’sLove
And back I
Am at the
Drawing board creating
My Prince Charming
Sometimes I think
That love has
Passed me by
Like an empty
Postbox that I’ll
Never feel the
Saturating rain of
Affection like Sahara
That I’m destined
To dream like
A sleepy child
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 