And it happened
Now it’s over
Existing in memory
Interesting it is
That while memory
Exists in feelings
It does not
Exist in activities
I do remember
That we did
This and that
But the sensations
That I felt
Have completely disappeared
So rather than
Remembering all those
I will remember
You and I
During that one
Mid March weekend
In Hampton Virginia
And so we
Kissed at last
And rather than
Fireworks doves flew
There was peace
As though some
Treatise was signed
Our hearts had
Been at war
Invading each other
And then retreating
But when at
Last that kiss
Came with it
Also was the
Agreement of borders
Never to cross
After two years
Of daily friendship
After hours of
Secrets wisdom jokes
Teasing and arguing
I’m about to
Meet him something
That should have
Occurred much earlier
But now the
Minutes seem longer
Than the years
Doesn’t a face
Deserve to see
A face doesn’t
A chest deserve
A chest and
A back deserve
The tight embrace
Of a hello
Seeing and hearing
Wanes in comparison
To its feeling
Which comes soon
Like a rocket
That’s blasting off
The thrill comes
Watching this monstrosity
Lumber and lurch
As it struggles
To lift itself
Despite its clunkiness
Off the ground
And move slowly
Thundering gaining height
And speed free
From the ground
Out of sight
This was us
This rocket us
Once filled with
Expectation and hope
And once ignited
Is now gone
Up there somewhere
It is quiet
Except for breathing
Coming from you
And Satie playing
This is time
When things stop
And a moment
Becomes a year
When this right
Now goes on
And on until
You turn squinting
Brushing away sleep
Your smile upon
Seeing me is
My breaking dawn
And this time
This year has
Now finally passed
And we’re back
To being ourselves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 