Break up go back
break up live a
little and go back
break up live a
bit more go back
break up live lots
and lots and then
go back break up
for the last time
if love has tempo
then this is it
Category: Start/End Relationships
LostGone
Often when I lose
something I think about
where I might’ve left
it not really considering
it lost rather misplaced
after remembering I do
return to where I’d
abandoned it confident that
there I’d find it
Sometimes it is there
oftentimes it is not
Unlike most people I
halt my search then
accepting that what’s lost
is gone and belongs
to someone or someplace
else no longer mine
I guess what I’m
trying to say is
please don’t come back
to me my love
stay where you are
there amongst the lost
once gone is enough
ThatSound
And it was then
that I knew that
we were not finished
because of what reminded
me of you it
was the quietest whisper
something that without silence
would have gone missing
I was sitting alone
and drinking my coffee
and without a thought
drew my thumb down
across the lip of
the cup and the
sound at first faint
but when repeated reminded
me of the sound
of your front door
bell that very first
time I ever rang
Missing
This is absolutely horrible
horrible I tell you
Tell me how does
one describe what’s missing
when what’s missing is
well uhm gee missing
In order to describe
anything it must be
or must be able
to be or be
imagined but how does
one describe what’s missing
when what’s missing will
no longer ever be
HowIHadToDo
I had finally realized
that the ground beneath
my feet was barren
incapable of bearing fruit
so I laid waste
to everyone I knew
marched to the bridges
connecting me to them
and set them ablaze
next it was fields
and finally my home
It was then I
knew that everything I’d
known was finally gone
enriching the earth itself
preparing it and me
for the next harvest
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 