When we started
We were maybe
Maybe this maybe
That maybe here
Maybe there and
Maybe then then
We were a
Thing a thing
Then and a
Thing there and
A even a
Thing way over
There but then
I realized that
Night that what
I really wanted
Was everything everywhere
Not just something
So I chose
Nothing nothing to
You or me
Like the wind
That brings rain
Like the wind
That rustles leaves
Like the wind
That whisks heat
Like the wind
That falls snow
Like the wind
You I never
Listened to until
Now when I
Don’t hear it
Sometimes life reminds
Me of that
One Christmas long
Ago when for
Days I spied
Upon that one
Gift nestled beneath
The tree knowing
That it was
For me and
When the day
Finally. came it
Went to someone
Else oh the
Gifts that I
Received were fine
But it was
That one that
Made that Christmas
Special to me
I miss you
But since you
No longer read
These you’ll never
Know just like
The first snowflake
Of a blizzard
Never understands what
It itself started
When it decided
To alight on
My warm tongue
And yes often
A pot unstirred
Boils over ignored
And left unattended
That’s when you
Realize that it’s
Your fault to
Have started something
Before you were
Ready to give
It your attention
Now a mess
To clean up
Rather than enjoy
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 