One of my favorite
Things as a child
When after my mother
Laid me down to
Nap I’d watch the
Sun darkening through the
Blinds of my window
Knowing that it was
Clouds slowly passing by
But imagining that it
Was angels outside my
Window peeking in on
Me before I sleep
We fell in love
At completely different times
Me when we watched
Turning Red together separately
You there me here
You when our feet
Crossed that one morning
While lazily drinking coffee
In our love nest
I guess it doesn’t
Matter as to when
Or where we did
All that matters really
Is that we did
It’s the oddest thing
When others could see
Something so evidently marvelous
Yet we were blind
Hooray they all cheered
While we looked around
Wondering what the fuss
Was all about when
In fact it was
Us they were celebrating
How could we not
See that what we
Were was exactly precisely
What the world wanted
Two men in love
Innocently unaware we were
One of my favorite
Things is looking into
Your eyes for you
Have no idea what
I see in them
I see me in
Them in how you
Look back at me
Life is nothing if
It isn’t about failure
Ninety-nine percent of
Life is failure which
Is why that one
Percent tastes so sweet
Don’t crave sugary things
Instead learn to bake
Your very own cake
By trying and failing
And trying and failing
And enjoy your life
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 