Know what I miss
What I miss most
Now please don’t laugh
Because this thing that
I miss is personal
What I miss most
Is your breathing specifically
Your breathing as it
Changes from awake to
Sleeping for you see
In that precise moment
When in and out
Changes to aaah mmmm
I know that then
You are in the
Arms of dream angels
It is truly amazing
How something as simple
As a cold can
Reduce even the mightiest
The confident and articulate
Into nothing more than
A mewing sniffing toddler
Crawling under the covers
And asking for mommy
This is what I
Think when they say
Even the old will
Turn into young again
Memories are not
Made by what
But by whom
Thanks for the
Christmas tree Muenster
Oh how I do
I really really do
Hate opening up my
Phone after what we
Shall call an evening
Of debauchery and revelry
What did I write
And about what and
To whom so if
I did and to
Whom I might have
Last night wasn’t me
It wasn’t me really
And no I won’t
Marry you and yes
I do respect you
Okay I’m drunk
Fuck forget what
I say I’m
Simply sorry for
This but know
That tomorrow I
Will be thinking
That last night
I made a
Total ass of
Myself oh how
Tremendously gloriously grand
Oh shit oh
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 