A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
Category: Jay
Damnation
I’m not saying
that breaking up
is like dying
but it is
in one aspect
When someone is
ready to go
they often stay
not for themselves
but for others
the kindest thing
that anyone can
ever do for
anyone else is
let them go
when they’re ready
don’t hang on
causing them to
that’s called damnation
LetMeThisOnce
Let me paint you
draw you with words
as I remember you
not as you are
a long elegant plank
of deep rich ebony
found deep within tree
hiding there behind others
blemished of course front
and back with two
ivory burls that almost
blink as sun catches
and a velvety hand
which all but cascades
like the rain itself
into the deep pools
of your darkened hips
and what’s found there
disappears into cloudy blackness
but what I remember
most is the warmth
whilst I lay upon
as though your timber
absorbed the sun itself
BackForth
We always double back
you and I do
we always seem to
find some reason to
whether good or bad
we seem to be
the gum or paper
on the shoe bottom
stepped into maybe unseen
but always under foot
you say you do
I know that I
find you in places
you have never been
a mirage you appear
as though you should
be there with me
but you never are
so back we come
and away we go
me being the tide
and you the beach
MissMaybe
I miss them all
each one of them
and at night now
I sit in darkness
wondering
I sit in darkness
wondering
when maybe and if
maybe I’ll see another
maybe
I sit in darkness
wondering when maybe where
maybe and if maybe
I will ever stop
missing them like this
wondering
maybe
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 