Holidays are cruel
Too many memories
Of love curdled
Long lost ornaments
Yellowed wrapping paper
And time tinged
Ribbon joy and
Gleeful laughter now
Go silent fallen
In love married
Now all gone
One last hurdle
In loves steeplechase
Our anniversary will
It trip me
Sending me once
Again to stumble
Or will I
Clear it finally
And trot on
Early morning birdsong
Tickle my ears
Dawn yet to
Break songs from
Afar and near
Those in skeletal
Trees and you
Beside me which
Is sweeter I
Wonder those tweets
Or your sleepy
Soft good mornings
I write you
I always have
You said that
I make you
Sound better than
You are that’s
Because to me
You are shall
We accept that
And move on
Or be something
More different better
Not to each
Other but just
Only to ourselves
And so I
Start the year
New single alone
A place of
Focus and strength
Rebirth and humility
Humanity and compassion
Hope and love
I know that
This year will
Be a better
Year than before
Because you’re all
Still in it
Happy New Year
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 