Let’s leave this
One untitled because
After all it
Was a mirage
A semblance of
Something but the
Closer that I
Got the quicker
It disappeared it
Provided hope I
Suppose pleasure too
To some extent
Like shooting a
Birdie or bowling
A strike after
Not having played
In a while
But I learned
That the wars
Of love are
Indeed no place
For the cowards
And the children
After the years
And years of
The wars of
My life I
Just want to
Find a stranger
Sitting on a
Bench in front
Of a lake
As the sun
Sets one that
Hands me espresso
Saying to me
I’ve been waiting
For you to
Finish your folly
And just sit
Here with me
I just knew
Which is why
I didn’t want
I didn’t want
To eventually know
Because I knew
That this knowing
Would be worse
Than never knowing
And sometimes wondering
Is often adequate
Wondering fuels wanting
Whereas knowing only
Ignites the needing
And once needing
Something knowing and
Wondering and wanting
Aren’t ever enough
I know this
Because I have
Known this before
So many times
Before feeling this
The feeling of
Missing something removed
Hometowns and lovers
Are the same
Places where one
Finds such comfort
And fond memories
Of silly adventures
And intimate discovery
Of first times
And last times
And the worst
Times of all
Those times of
Good byes and
See you soons
Hometowns and lovers
I miss you
Both so much
And so I
Showed you things
Let you feel
Some touch some
I explained things
Answered your questions
And you grew
You began thinking
Anticipating and handling
You began wanting
Instead of needing
You learned choice
Instead of accept
It’s not me
It’s only ever
Been about you
I’m the waiter
Serving you your
World one course
At a time
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 