We are like
Magnets sometimes fighting
To get away
While at others
So strongly attracted
That we simply
Slap against each
Other we are
Like old stale
Jokes that bring
Erupting laughter despite
Their habitual reappearance
Sometimes we’re calm
Like a Honolulu
Beach at sunrise
But mostly we’re
Like a letter
Finding its comfort
Inside its envelope
We’re not meant
To be together
Yet here we
Are always together
My dear boy
I’m simply wondering
I don’t know
Which is worse
You with a
Blank uncharted future
Awaiting your discovery
Or me a
Weary time worn
Traveler riddled with
My past memories
What I do
Know is this
To each of
Us comes the
Exact same heartache
For your heart
Is empty while
Mine is bursting
At its seams
When I hear
A favorite aria
Or watch a
Dancer express passion
Through body I’m
Reminded that beauty
And more importantly
The recognition of
Such isn’t the
Responsibility of the
Performer instead it’s
The charge of
The witness therefore
While the Universe
Created our world
It is we
And only we
That make it
Or any part
Of it beautiful
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 