Ticks clicks
and such
these moments
these seconds
often missed
and mistakened
mean more
to me
than any
grand gesture
for they
not those
are my
twinkles seen
notes heard
sighs felt
loves kept
Category: Dating
Love#347
Love is
as love
does and
never as
love wants
SoItGoes
What does time do
you asked drowsily warm
next to me watching
it snow time goes
and after a while
you asked sliding slowly
into your own slumber
where does time go
moving closer I replied
that I don’t know
HowWickedThis
Why do they always
never fail to find
the one exact breach
where I’m most vulnerable
as though they themselves
built this very wall
to keep them out
when in fact I
did and I guess
that I did hoping
that the one who
cared for me most
would doggedly find it
crippling me yet again
how wicked this love
Dating
If I were
a manuscript unedited
how would I
separate my life
into some sense
by loves by
lovers by triumphs
or by tragedies
through rambling prosaic
trains of thought
or clipped vague
secrets and suspicions
how does anyone
make any sense
of anyone else
enough anyway to
be coyly entertaining
enough to keep
the reader reading
if only for
that first date
and maybe the
possibility for another
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 