There’s a traveling hack
Take half of what
You normally would pack
This is the reason
We tend to bring
Twice as much as
We will ever use
Imagine your hearts suitcase
When you move on
Only bring with you
Forward half of everything
Related to experiencing love
Why you may ask
Because when you get
To whomever you’re going
You are likely to
Never wear bad memories
And instead need room
For the good memories
You’re going to make
It’s funny needing things
You make bad decisions
Plugging holes in dikes
Which is what I
Tried to hopelessly do
Everything was just fine
Until the storms came
Not even my hands
Could stop the surge
Down I finally went
You washed to sea
Me alone bobbing aimlessly
You out of sight
I pulled myself ashore
And made my peace
Knowing you were somewhere
Now maybe even happier
You know well you
Do know this you
Know even though you
Will deny this you
Always do when you
Don’t want to you
Say no it’s you
You do that you
Think that only you
No one but you
You’re right it’s you
I think about you
But come on you
Do too don’t you
Sometimes you find happiness
In the unlikely places
Steamy early morning coffee
During the mornings sunrise
That last whispered goodnight
Followed by that first
Surprisingly ticklish good morning
But now I realize
That where I find
My happiest of happiness
Is in your eyes
Depending upon the night
Or the morning even
A few butterflies land
Bumblebees bounce buzz about
I play your ribs
Like a Chopin sonata
Reaching for your flank
Like a master carpenter
Searching for low impressions
Exploring your ebony plank
Making my mental notes
Of places to revisit
Suddenly we’re on skis
Swooshing sliding and slithering
Down towards the bottom
Landing in a drift
Snowy white down comforter
Giggling at our craziness
Waiting for the candles
Of our eyes to
Slowly sleepily flicker out
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 