A long time
Ago in a
Faraway land called
Romance you showed
Your interest in
Another with conversation
An evening walk
Or sometimes even
Flowers and candy
But today in
The land called
Apps it’s performed
By a tap
Or a wink
Or a woof
Or a smile
Or even I
Suppose swipe right
Just once more
One more time
We will meet
Then I’m gone
The series finale
Only ever reruns
To be watched
Kept and revered
Let this time
This last time
Be the one
Which wins awards
Enjoys the applause
And most watched
Until our reunion
Episode eventually airs
When you’re quiet
I know that
You’re doing things
Other than me
But your silence
Brings no comfort
For I sit
Waiting for the
Radio that you’ve
Become that I’ve
Learned to rely
To find its
Station so I
Can sing along
When above me
You hovered inches
From my face
I saw therein
Your eyes creation
Not all of
Creation just ours
I witnessed something
Happening from nothing
And right there
I knew that
Like God said
It is good
Why do we
Hurt the ones
We love is
It perhaps because
Both love and
Hurt occupy the
Same place in
Our hearts or
Maybe love and
Hurt are intrinsically
Bound just as
Life and death
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 