At first I
Thought that we
We were just
Two knickknacks collected
On a whim
Just things from
Somewhere else placed
Here to remember
A bygone time
Obviously different yet
Strikingly similar we
Hold a place
One of memory
Until today when
Hands repositioned us
You over there
And me here
Closer than before
Complimenting each other
As we hold
The world between
Us as bookends
We must grow
Together and not
Apart and that
My dear boy
Is the essence
Of a relationship
I had hoped
That things were
Meant to be
I cannot lie
When I’d thought
That we’d lived
In sunny paradise
But it was
Just Indian summer
As seasons change
And things that
Were hopeful maybes
Turn to ice
On ponds and
Clink in glass
Chilling now like
That long summer
Two seasons ago
A word about
Forgiving and forgetting
The offer of
Forgiveness provides hope
Hope that things
Will be better
But some things
Are simply unforgivable
Those selfish believe
That forgiveness and
Hope are weaknesses
To those and
Them the only
Thing to do
Is to forget
Forget those and
Also forget them
Because they’ve already
Forgotten about you
Way too little
Much too late
Too much time
Too many lies
Too much forgiveness
Broken trust too
Too too many
Way too many
Much too many
Too many’s too
Now too long
Not too soon
Us two too
Back too to
Being alone too
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 