And so you’re
Silent and faraway
Like the missing
Last few pages
Of favorite stories
I make up
An ending fit
For a princess
Because I fear
That the way
We really end
Is the way
That we are
Category: Start/End Relationships
CoalDiamonds
I’m something to
Many and nothing
To the others
Like coal can
Also be a
Diamond but likely
It’s just coal
To be used
Burnt and forgotten
Rather than kept
And finally revered
Unopened
And the music
Haunts me like
Your unopened letters
Staring at them
Wondering what’s inside
But these things
Aren’t like presents
More like coffins
For what’s inside
Is now dead
A poor resemblance
Of the bouquet
We once were
Whistle
I remember that
Whistle you made
At me down
That one dark
Wet lonely street
Years ago hailing
Me like a
Cab that sound
Causing me to
Turn towards you
Ears cocked like
A dog or
A child at
His mother’s voice
How’d I know
Then that you
Were calling me
Home at last
Sled
And so the
Sled slid down
The hill absent
Any riders careening
To the bottom
And splintering sending
Pieces in directions
Unable to put
Together remnants I
Decided to sled
Alone knowing that
At least I
Am stronger and
Knowing that I
Can pick myself
Up together unlike
Us the sled
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 