The wet streets and
cars splashing sounds reminds
me of the early
morning when I left
my Parisian lover in
bed to make my
way back home it’s
cold this rain but
not as cold as
then knowing that I’d
forgotten him there already
Category: Start/End Relationships
Nightmare
It is very early
and once again awakened
by what is missing
As I lay down
I’m happy being alone
in my bed but
then dreams awaken me
making me wish that
someone was with me
someone else would awaken
and ask what’s wrong
but no one’s here
and I go from
one nightmare into another
OneDownOneUp
I guess I’m smarting
having yet once again
been snapped by the
end of a wet
towel feeling its sting
It lingers you know
despite the rough housing
playfulness bringing it about
the towel being words
and not terry cloth
but it’s the same
words always the same
words heard that crack
and bite bringing shock
and reaction to cover
myself with huh’s and
uhm’s and I see
knowing full well that
my hope just fell
faster than a rider
from a spooked horse
But I know that
in order to find
I must fall even
if the falling isn’t
together with someone else
this time but alone
Boom
It happens this way
right before giving up
something someone new happens
causing one to pocket
their detonator to delay
the explosion or fizzle
of yet just another
disappointment and or frustration
somethings never blow up
no matter how much
emotional dynamite one packs
into each other’s hearts
some just sputter sizzle
and remain dormant until
the next flash happens
Bach
Upon listening to Bach
I lament but also
wonder wondering about why
but more importantly what
what if anything will
come should someone too
Somewhere in Bach’s melodies
I find comfort somewhere
between the violins and
cellos I find breath
deep sighs and regret
taking me back to
when followed by what
and eventually facing why
Bach helps me heal
wounds long ago scabbed
and now just scarred
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 