And I’m back
in the trenches
I swear I
thought the war
was finally over
but once again
I find myself
huddled in the
same trenches with
others like myself
wondering whether if
we will ever
just be able
to be together
with one lover
absent of the
shelling of anonymous
desire flying overhead
Category: Friendship
AmI
Am I
too bitter
to love
have I
heard this
joke so
often that
I know
the punchline
before delivery
are my
arms too
tired to
hold and
knees too
sore to
lift and
feet too
to old
to dance
I will
just sit
and watch
and remember
when I
once did
MyDearLad
But remember that you
are twenty-seven years old
you have a whole
lot of life left
to live I’m on
the opposite side of
that timeline most of
my life has already
been lived resulting in
memories your job is
to make your own
whereas mine is to
remember those I’ve made
Desire
I have noticed
something about desire
it only happens
when it’s mirrored
it might be
missed or longed
for but only
ever occurs reflected
yet when absorbed
and given back
willfully and wantonly
when unwrapped and
set to air
it freely explodes
like a snowball
tossed at chest
hit by face
glee gaily erupting
surprised by mistake
UnderBridge
I have learned in
my long life that
both love and water
often flow together under
the bridge and that
both if given time
are continually caught by
the young at heart
and too let them
go there again for
others there to find
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 