How can I
Being so small
As to fit
On a pin
Think myself big
I’m a dot
A blemish even
Just a blink
My mind thinks
That I’m bigger
Than I am
It’s my heart
That knows though
That you are
Category: Affection
Face
It’s odd
This reflection
Reflecting back
I see
A face
That’s not
My face
I remember
My face
That you
Saw then
But this
This face
No one
Ever sees
My youth
Is gone
Wrinkles replaced
By time
CashedOut
Where’s my forever gone
I blinked it disappeared
Lost in a lifetime
Of love and relationships
Given to others sometimes
As easily as withdrawing
Cash from an ATM
While a few others
A long term investment
That I watched evaporate
During a mid-life crash
And now as I
Stare into my what’s
Left in my piggy
Bank of affection I
Carefully count my pennies
SMH
Why do why must
People always make themselves
The priority is it
Insecurity lacking self confidence
Fear scarcity or pride
I have grown weary
Of the clutching hands
Of the sexual myopia
Of the abject insistency
That what they want
They should always get
How has our world
Turned into an orphanage
Filled with childish waifs
Eggnogs
What’s in eggnog anyway
Or a hot toddy
Oh I do know
How they are made
But what’s in them
Let me tell you
One long delicious lifetime
Of holidays with you
Happy Holidays my love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 