It is often
The ghost of
What once was
That haunts us
Not the who
Is right now
It’s very difficult
To see someone
As they are
Rather than what
They were so
Long ago when
You first met
Memory tends to
Favor the past
Category: Start/End Relationships
GoneGone
At last finally
When I close
My eyes it’s
Simply black and
Peaceful no more
Smiling memories or
Laughter I’m alone
With my empty
Mind no longer
Thinking about you
For now not
Only are you
Gone but you’re
Gone from me
Boo (to boo)
And he was
Black and young
And I was
White and old
But somewhere we
Found harmony an
Understanding that despite
Differences we complimented
Each other like
Piano keys and
There in sharps
And flats we
Made music heard
Only by us
I will never
Forget you boo
Seesaw
We played on
The seesaw up
And down and
Up and down
Laughing at how
Odd we were
Yet still balanced
But then one
Day there wasn’t
You across from
Me and I
Didn’t know how
To rise again
And then I
Discovered me alone
I pushed to
Stand and finally
My own balance
No more games
No more tipping
Just me there
On my own
Hope
At the end
Of anything it’s
Often horribly dark
Cold and dank
It’s because we
Keep looking at
What once was
Emptiness is empty
Missing those things
That once filled
Then we turn
And see something
Else there out
There on the
Horizon and life
Not us moves
Us forward that
Thing out there
That thing that
We move slowly
Towards is hope
Hope of tomorrow
Of something better
Of a future
Absent of emptiness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 