It was three
Things that invited
Me to you
Your eyes your
Smile and your
Honesty yes by
What you said
But more by
The honesty of
Your smile and
Of your eyes
They speak louder
Than the words
Category: Gay
Silence
It seems I’ve
Lost inspiration my
Mind is numb
As though the
Line went dead
Hello hello are
You still there
They will return
Like gaggles flying
Overhead above the
Marshes and wetlands
Honking we’re here
We’ve come back
Landing with splashes
On these pages
MeanAnything (to boo and bean)
Too many bottles
Too many men
To forget you
Too much wine
Too much weed
To forget you
Why oh why
Won’t you leave
Me alone like
You did two
Fortnight before you
Haunt me us
Is that fair
You with strangers
And with me
With others that
Don’t mean anything
HurtfulHolidays
Holidays are cruel
Too many memories
Of love curdled
Long lost ornaments
Yellowed wrapping paper
And time tinged
Ribbon joy and
Gleeful laughter now
Go silent fallen
In love married
Now all gone
One last hurdle
In loves steeplechase
Our anniversary will
It trip me
Sending me once
Again to stumble
Or will I
Clear it finally
And trot on
GoodMorning
Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 