Ticks clicks
and such
these moments
these seconds
often missed
and mistakened
mean more
to me
than any
grand gesture
for they
not those
are my
twinkles seen
notes heard
sighs felt
loves kept
Category: Relationships
JustOneMoreLog
I have loved
and been loved
so many times
in my life
that I feel
like an embarrassment
of riches and
that when I’m
asked why I
don’t want another
I often say
why chuck another
log onto an
already tall fire
I’d rather you
take the log
yourself and build
your own fire
attracting those who
want to be
warmed by it
I’d rather stay
cold for awhile
Masks
Some wear masks
which appear veils
thin distractions meant
to allure yet
keep at distance
just one more
obstacle one more
hurdle one more
layer of a
lifetime of layers
I wonder if
what we saw
when we were
younger helped create
these things called
who we are
and not who
we were supposed
to be so
long long ago
NotAll
I don’t miss
all my lovers
those I do
kept a piece
of my heart
those I don’t
never had a
piece of it
to begin with
and never will
IFox
I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 