The bottom is a
funny place for it’s
never where you’d expect
The bottom constantly moves
either up or down
and sometimes even sideways
and even when you
think that you’ve reached
it it’s not there
Maybe there is no
bottom but rather a
series of lower ups
that trick us into
thinking that everything can
always be better though
it seldom really is
Category: Start/End Relationships
SometimeIsNowTime
And sometimes love isn’t
enough and sometimes love
is too much and
sometimes love is just
enough and sometimes love
is just sometimes love
I can’t separate my
passion from my love
nor my love from
my passion just like
you can’t separate the
heat from the sun
from the clouds that
produce rain or the
cold that turns summer
into fall sometimes some
things can’t be one
thing without being another
which is why my
dear Bean it’s best
for both of us
to be absolutely nothing
now to each other
for being absolutely nothing
is always going to
be easier than something
It’sNeverYou
Imagine being told no
but then it’s yes
Imagine all the questions
why not what happened
Imagine feeling I’m not
imagine feeling all that
Oh my God that
hurts
Hurts
How does one ever
Ever
recoil from their ever
Now let’s calm down
it’s not you it’s
never ever you really
remember that it’s them
And there’s the rub
Right
But how and maybe
when right should you
expect to be enough
You are always enough
it’s just that they
can not accommodate you
ikr
I have lost everything
so often that I
am now convinced that
I’ve never had anything
And with every failure
and with every loss
of everything had before
the only constant thing
has ever been me
Perhaps I’m the cause
perhaps I’m the reason
definitely I’m to blame
but with every failure
I am confidently one
more step to getting
whatever it is right
ImportantThings
This quiet morning starts
with the haunting piano
of Satie and with
each note and chord
I can feel the
resonance and harmony in
my heart his music
longs like faraway lovers
whose souls used to
sing but now weep
like tulip petals which
gather at the bottom
of a wilting stem
having once known beauty
like half eaten food
followed by door slams
and the heavy sigh
of love once known
Satie makes me remember
all of the things
I thought I forgot
Important things I’ll add
but then not really
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 