My forever is behind
Me having been spent
But never squandered what
Used to be a
Map is now a
Scrapbook it’s funny how
Fast things happen how
Quickly life fills in
The blanks and love
The colors now if
You are young and
Especially if old save
Only your pennies and
Spend absolutely everything else
I seek no applause
For words are deaf
And poems are blind
But my heart knows
When I have written
Oh now come on
Just one little step
That’s right stand up
Here take my hand
There you are here
We go now we’re
Dancing just you and
Me surrounded by others
They’re not looking at
You but I am
As you read these
Words and spin and
Dip and so gleefully
Abandonedly so happily laugh
This poem
Is like
My fingertips
In words
Dancing across
Your ribcage
As you
Are sleeping
My minds
Whispering pleasure
Of things
I imagine
To be
One thing
Despite their
Being another
I have no regrets
Because there are no
Mistakes everything has its
Purpose whether good or
Bad everything only ever
Does one simple thing
Getting you from here
To there and absolutely
Everywhere else in between
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 