If it had
Been up to
Me I’d never
Had picked you
Not because you’re
Not good enough
But because I’m
Not good enough
But oh when
I saw you
You’re all that
I ever saw
Not just with
My eyes but
With my heart
That’s why I
Want to ask
You this question
Please marry me
When we met
I was like
The cream in
Your coffee making
It less bitter
You were like
The butter on
My toast making
It slightly sweet
But now your
Coffee is tepid
And my toast
Is cold eatable
And drinkable but
Hardly ever satisfying
I think that
Now it’s time
For us to
Dine alone rather
Than lose the
Taste for each
Other all together
And like a
Late April pond
In Northern Wisconsin
We’ve weathered the
Cruelest harshest and
Frigid months of
Our relationship hunkering
Down like foxes
Deep in burrows
Choosing to wait
For winters passing
And like said
Pond continues to
Flow and grow
Beneath the ice
We must choose
To embrace what
We’ve become during
These dead months
Or remember what
We were all
Those seasons ago
There are many
Ones the one
Over there the
One last night
That one and
This one but
The one your
One the One
And only One
It’s that One
Upon which you
Compare all of
The other ones
If the one
That you’re with
Can’t shoulder such
Scrutiny from you
Then that one
Isn’t the One
But one more
One in a
Sea of ones
I awoke to
Dreams of you
But not nightmares
Rather a merry
Memory of us
Together when we
Shone on one
Another like the
Sun and moon
Knowing that we
Danced that celestial
Dance around the
Other and now
As often is
The case finding
Ourselves out of
Reach simply orbiting
Oh I wonder
If happiness exists
In knowing that
Still after eons
We’re not alone
Simply separated by
This big clunky
Thing called Earth
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 