When you’re quiet
I know that
You’re doing things
Other than me
But your silence
Brings no comfort
For I sit
Waiting for the
Radio that you’ve
Become that I’ve
Learned to rely
To find its
Station so I
Can sing along
Category: Gay
Seesaw
At first we
We’re children on
A seesaw giggling
And laughing as
Up we went
And down we’d
Go but over
Time it wasn’t
Just us on
The seesaw it
Was everything and
Everyone else that
Wanted to ride
Our ride and
All this weight
Changed our seesaw
From a pleasure
And into life
The glee gone
Now just up
And down and
Up and down
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He was never
Yours to keep
You were simply
The foot that
Prevented the door
From closing forever
You nursed the
Bird to health
Let him go
He will circle
But never roost
Try not to
Keep the sand
On the shore
For the sand
Belongs to sea
Let things go
That never belonged
Follow your path
TrainWhistle
As the sun
Rises and smiles
Upon my wall
From afar in
The distance like
The voices of
Parents at dusk
A train whistle
Blows once twice
Three times warning
But to me
It is calling
Saying come with
Me I’m going
Somewhere like the
Last plea of
A lover about
To leave me
Behind
Happiness
Happiness can never
Be given and
It can never
Be taken happiness
Can only ever
Be found but
Not out there
With someone or
At some place
Or during some
Time or another
Happiness can be
Shared with others
But it’s never
Theirs to keep
Until that is
They find theirs
Inside of themselves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 