My dear boy
The heart’s a
Funny thing it
Chips and breaks
Like bone china
Yet still purposeful
But over time
Even it rebounds
After a long
Life of loving
What was once
Prized for its
Purity stands now
Like a cloisonné
Vase put back
Together and gilded
Stronger with gold
I awoke hopeful
Like beach going
Children at low
Tide looking for
Rich deposits of
Shells and seaglass
Peaceful like awakening
To an overnight
Silent snowfall fresh
And new blanketing
Old and brown
And loving like
That first delicate
Morning kiss as
You rolled over
Looking at me
Like the angels
Above in Heaven
And on this
First of November
We remember those
We have lost
Like the leaves
Of fall give
Way to winter’s
Snow we must
Remember that we
All are but
Reminders for those
To come blanketing
A cold world
Upon which for
Them they can
Walk on softly
Until like spring
Gives way to
Summer they blossom
I am not
Motivated by lust
But rather by
Learning learning to
Be yourself if
I can take
You from here
To there then
My job is
Complete what you
Do on the
Other side is
Completely up to
You
Laying here in
The dark a
Candle winking at
Me from the
Dresser listening to
Debussy delicately bob
Above me like
Late summers fireflies
I remember now
The feeling of
Your finger tips
Dancing on my
Arm like slowly
Creeping Ivy pulling
Me in tightly
Like mother’s embrace
And warding off
The chill of
That one nighttime
So long ago
Our sweet September
Together in Valencia
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 