Laying here moments
Ago you asked
What’s your favorite
Memory and thinking
I turned to
You and looked
And looked and
Finally kissed you
And kissed you
And then answered
Those those are
My favorite memories
Category: Gay
Scuttled
Sitting here thinking
Not really thinking
More like recalling
Someone that I
Scuttled long ago
After he outstayed
His brief welcome
Why is it
Those we wished
Forgotten somehow surface
Like ghoulish hands
From the graves
Seeking one more
Moment of life
Stay down there
Where you chose
To be and
Not up here
With the living
And the loving
See? (For Jay đź«‚)
This I know
You are windows
And not walls
You let me
See rather than
Keeping me hidden
You give me
Air to breathe
Sunshine to feel
Rain to watch
You teach me
Things about myself
That without windows
I’d never see
ItAlwaysComes
Change is coming
I hear it
In the wind
It’s a far
Off voice calling
Come this way
Or if not
I will come
There to you
Change is coming
I see it
On the horizon
First as clouds
Then as mountains
Stretching higher higher
And dropping sheets
And sheets of
Rain blackening landscape
And then disappearing
Change is coming
Change always comes
It always comes
It always comes
OneDayOneDay
Oh I know
I know that
It is coming
Which is why
I keep staring
Making you uncomfortable
Because I know
I know that
Eventually one day
You will be
Gone and I
I will be
Staring at nothing
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 