Friends mean more
To me than
Anyone even lovers
They accept me
For who I
Am and never
Make fun of
Me for whom
I’m not therefore
Rick this goes
Out to you
I love you
You my Muenster
Category: Friendship
MeanAnything (to boo and bean)
Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
HurtfulHolidays
Holidays are cruel
Too many memories
Of love curdled
Long lost ornaments
Yellowed wrapping paper
And time tinged
Ribbon joy and
Gleeful laughter now
Go silent fallen
In love married
Now all gone
One last hurdle
In loves steeplechase
Our anniversary will
It trip me
Sending me once
Again to stumble
Or will I
Clear it finally
And trot on
GoodMorning
Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
WriteYou (to Bean)
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 