Sometimes it’s just time
Time to fall time
To hope time to
Realize and always time
To feel whatever time
It is trust me
I will know for
My heart is an
Hour glass which turns
Until it eventually stops
Which of course then
Means time is up
Time to go and
Finally time to grow
Oh when it starts
Two wholly new things
Recognizable yet usually different
You’re this I’m not
How curious is that
You look the same
As me but different
You’re not a mirror
Yet I see myself
In you or parts
Of me in you
Or parts of me
That I am missing
And want so desperately
So I say things
That you enjoy hearing
That keeps you close
Like those lines thrown
To boats to tie
Them to the shore
This is what it’s
Like when relationships start
When do you know
That something is over
When all that excitement
Of revealing and knowing
All of that newness
Turns into the burden
Of accepting what hurts
It’s not the hurt
Which causes the pain
It’s the accepting it
Accepting something that hurts
Is like being waterboarded
Forced to absorb something
To the point of
Drowning struggling for air
You tell your torturer
Anything to survive this
But it’s not what
They want to hear
And so you’re killed
Though not you exactly
It’s really your love
That’s when it’s over
You said that you
Want me but in
A newer shiny model
What you don’t understand
Is that my heart
And my soul are
The way that they
Are from rumbling around
Inside of my body
For all these years
Like a stone polisher
That after time turns
Rocks into tiny treasures
It’s not that it’s
Over that bothers me
It’s the picking up
Of all the pieces
This thing of yours
That thing of mine
And what to do
With the things that
Are ours when ours
Is no longer a
Thing and remains nowhere
Where exactly is nowhere
Oh right I know
I’m smack dab in
The middle of it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 