It hit hard like
Fresh cold mountain air
Making me gasp choke
News that wracked me
Like a lynch mob
Making me retreat from
The outside in as
The dust of devastation
Settled in my heart
My mind reeled a
Deep sea lure taken
And run unable to
Pull it back in
The news whatever it
Was then numbed me
And like a criminal
I denied my culpability
It was that bad
Because we know each
Other and love what
We know but with
No hope there is
No tomorrow and only
A series of today’s
The end came and
Went with a whimper
Reason outweighed even hope
What we thought wasn’t
And what we had
Didn’t and wouldn’t be
And so like gentlemen
Pushing away from the
Table with cognac cigars
And negotiations we began
To divvy up the
Spoils of loves war
Setting new borders new
Expectations and new policies
And how now we
Will address those remaining
To live in a
Country now called Ex
It is often said
The more you mourn
The longer they stay
Moored to this earth
By the weight of
Your sorrow unchain their
Pain and attach balloons
Of joy and happiness
Letting them float away
As high as the
Sky and well beyond
Sitting here and crying
Not really truly knowing
Wondering why thinking how
If leaving was easier
Than staying if ever
Between then and now
They asked what if
Is there such a
Thing as choice then
Or do we all
Just ride the same
Bus to the end
Of the same line
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 