It was
definitely you
stepping out
of the
car it
was you
and you
saw me
not as
I am
but was
and then
like the
dream that
we were
you evaporated
just like
clouds do
after rain
just like
we did
after our
final storm
Category: Affection
Masks
Some wear masks
which appear veils
thin distractions meant
to allure yet
keep at distance
just one more
obstacle one more
hurdle one more
layer of a
lifetime of layers
I wonder if
what we saw
when we were
younger helped create
these things called
who we are
and not who
we were supposed
to be so
long long ago
OldAndNew
And new is
then old again
and now quickly
quietly becomes then
and so on
and so forth
goes this life
until old is
and old does
and the new
that now was
becomes the then
that old is
BushelBasket
So many people
for some reason
or for another
prefer to live
in the same
damp dark comfortable
life that they
made for themselves
and then behave
like a broken
record playing the
same old tired
song to anyone
who will listen
leave them under
their bushel basket
and turn your
light onto those
who are willing
and happy to
step into it
OneForWhom
I have determined
that I will
never find the
one for whom
I look for
the one for
whom I look
is always here
and never there
for there belongs
ever to others
while here belongs
only to me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 