Don’t fool yourself into
Thinking that it’s the
Punch which signifies change
It’s not it’s the
Recoiling after that does
Taking aim at anything
Only ever causes harm
It’s the reconsideration of
Your damaged caused by
Your blow that forever
Changes both you the
Aggressor at it him
Or her the victim
Triumph is often sweet
But short lived destruction
Whether property or person
Lasts a long time
And even the victor
Though lauded does become
Something else often unrecognizable
And so you said
So what’s what’s so
I asked followed by
So when’s so what
So where and how
Was so what so
What and who was
So that made me
Nothing more than that
What’s so did he
Make you feel so
Much more than my
What’s so that I
Became just so what
So what to you
I do remember now
Way back then why
I even considered you
It was during re-entry
When everything was ablaze
After having just spent
Months amongst the stars
Hopping from one planet
To the next discovering
His body in bed
Now back to earth
Back to this mundane
I figured why not
Why not try common
But similar just isn’t
Good enough any more
Once you have danced
With that heavenly body
I’m not exactly sure
Which is harder saying
Goodbye or hearing it
Both leave looming silence
As though you’ve just
Struck a light pole
Where’d that come from
And then days later
The pain sets in
That gnawing deep ache
Light poles and goodbyes
Are similar we get
So used to them
Simply quietly flying by
That until they stop
Us dead to life
We hardly even notice
That they’re even there
You know at first
It’s so damned hard
To let him go
But like a vessel
First set to sea
That place the old
Place gets smaller and
Smaller with each passing
Hour then you’re nowhere
And then finally then
You are somewhere else
New full of promise
And not broken promises
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 