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
You do know right
That I fell in
Love with you long
Before I touched you
Like the flower that
Felt the sun’s warmth
Causing it to reach
Way higher beyond itself
And then when I
Touched you I knew
That I was your moon
Opposite but as bright
In my own way
We made each other
The things people see
They do belong together
Between now and then
Most things happen then
Wherever now and then
Is whether it’s very close
Or very far all
The things are the
Things that make up
Your life it’s the
Between between now and
Then where you live
The now and end
Are simply the beginning
And the finish of
That part of life
Now ready set go
Distance whether it’s a
Foot or many miles
Always requires a bridge
Some bridges span canyons
While others span inches
But most bridges bring
Two different things together
The thing that’s required
For bridges to work
Isn’t rope and wood
It’s the willingness for
Those two separate sides
To be tied together
So are we yet
Willing to be closer
Now than this far
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 