After almost a year
Of back and forth
Of steeplechase and jockeying
We finally did meet
And drank from each
Others cup feeling warmth
I had even before
You took your time
We laugh about it
I’m your very first
You’re not my last
But where we are
Is a comfortable place
I often wonder why
It is always hardest
To tell the truth
When two hearts are
It wasn’t like I
Thought that it’d be
Much less than fanfare
More like gaining weight
Rather than it thundering
It just quietly called
A hey you there
Not you yeah you
Want to be mine
And finally finally after
The fear of not
Of maybe never forever
You picked me to
Be on your team
Some would probably say
That I’ve lost it
But here’s the funny
Thing about losing things
We can only lose
Things that we had
Since I never had
You you weren’t mine
To lose so what
If anything were you
A near miss a
Maybe and maybe even
A whoopsie close enough
To maim but not
Close enough to lose
Oh you’re a poet
I’m asked at parties
You must be ro-MAN-tic
Now who said THAT
By ro-MAN-tic do you
Mean affectionate yes I’m
That I am affectionate
Are you a LUUU-ver
By LUUU-ver do you
Mean have I loved
Yes I have I
Have loved many times
But by romantic do
You mean that I
Ponder to understand the
Depths of loves despair
Of lonely overly imbued
Scantily clad cocktail guests
That are as desperate
As a camel searching
For an oasis from
Which to sate themselves
Only to read about
It here tomorrow morning
Then yes sweetheart I’m
A poet and romantic
*and she staggers off
I knew a leaf
Once a magnificent leaf
I watched him bud
And yawn and shiver
On my favorite tree
He whistled in spring
And sunned in summer
He took great pride
In keeping raindrops off
Of hiding children beneath
But then Autumn came
And he grew tired
He lost his looks
And his boyish verve
One day while walking
I heard him ask
What’s happening to me
I looked up saying
It’s time to go
But you’ll be back
In the hearts of
Those who remember you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 