Now on the cusp
Of realizing my dreams
I find that I
Don’t and never did
Ever need anyone else
Oh I do suppose
That I like others
Did once believe that
Only because others did
Many others in fact
That we all marched
Kept in tidy formation
Like little tin soldiers
Until at some point
We understood that dreams
Are personal and only
Belong to those brave
Enough to cast them
I have now found
Just as much joy
Fishing in a pond
Absent of any fish
Then in a pond
Chock full for it’s
Not what is caught
But the simple joy
In knowing you do
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It’s flesh which attracts
But character that keeps
People are but presents
Prettily offered often given
Frequently received rarely kept
But just like gifts
The one that’s giving
Thinks that the recipient
Wants or sometimes needs
That which they offer
It is this arrogance
Often mistaken for benevolence
That’s their critical flaw
For one certainly knows
What they ultimately want
And will in good time
Discover it by themselves
So shelve your hubris
And rather be there
Cleave
And with one quick
Blow my heart of
Which I was certain
Has been cleaved in
Half one side dying
And the other pumping
How does one say
Goodbye to one part
And hello to another
Even at my age
I sit and wonder
Even though this has
Happened before I still
Sit wondering not if
But when my one
Heart will be enough
For just eventually one
DoIDareGo
I find myself in
An odd place a
Place where my heart
Having long belonged to
Another road weary tired
Of trying to navigate
The ruts of relationship
And there in the
Distance a new person
Freshly paved and lit
A road absent of
Bumps and of potholes
It is odd this
Not the decision but
Of the idea of
Leaving behind what I
Know for something that
I know I don’t
Thaw
And then the thaw
Arrived upon the gutters
Of my winter home
The low warm sun
At first focusing upon
Icicles in the form
Of interest and laughter
Which caused a drip
Drip drip then streaks
Against the hearts windowpane
The chill of winter
Giving way to the
Promise of the spring
Of affection and touch
Of eyes and smiles
And the long forgotten
Warmth of a body
Waking up close to
Mine next to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 