He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
You know at first
It’s so damned hard
To let him go
But like a vessel
First set to sea
That place the old
Place gets smaller and
Smaller with each passing
Hour then you’re nowhere
And then finally then
You are somewhere else
New full of promise
And not broken promises
So you said it
You told the truth
Why you asked me
Is being yourself so
Hard because the world
Doesn’t understand things that
It simply can’t accept
As normal when normal
Isn’t what they do
So you said it
To families and friends
That you are gay
And now your little
Corner of the world
Knows what normal really
Is because you are
It is simply this
Your eyes your eyes
Are like two coffees
Two espressos sitting in
White white porcelain cups
One caffeinated winking at
Me across the room
Asking for my patience
While the other one
Decaffeinated at the end
Of the night buried under
Blanket asking me to
Come and sip and
Taste before my sleep
It’s not that it’s
Over that bothers me
It’s the picking up
Of all the pieces
This thing of yours
That thing of mine
And what to do
With the things that
Are ours when ours
Is no longer a
Thing and remains nowhere
Where exactly is nowhere
Oh right I know
I’m smack dab in
The middle of it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 