When we met
You were like
My first bike
Full of wee
And ahh as
We rode over
Hill and valley
Then after time
You were like
The small boat
I used to
Paddle about my
Life and now
You’re like the
Smoky and smooth
Whiskey that I
Slowly sip before
I retire for
The night making
Me all cozy
Sometimes I feel
Like that one
Expensive dress oggled
By wished for
Even slipped into
Twirled and imagined
The what if’s
Then returned back
To the rack
Never to be
Owned to be
Cherished to be
Something special for
That one person
Instead always just
Here fodder for
Someone else’s imagination
Again we fought
You sitting there
In pain as
Though my words
Were carving out
Your heart inch
By inch your
Tears bleeding as
Though I nicked
An artery me
Cupping them and
Trying to save
You putting them
Back into eyes
Taking you into
My arms like
A frightened child
Comforting you assuring
That this nightmare
Will pass soon
Returning us to
Daydreams we are
And now we
Sit me here
Writing words and
You there choosing
Pictures both of
Us being creative
Though not together
For when together
The art that
We create is
For our eyes
Only
You are like
A metaphor being
One thing but
To my eyes
Something very else
A man yes
But to me
A tall tree
Upon which to
Climb or shade
In you I
Find my tree
House my only
Place of adventure
Imagination and joy
My place to
Go when the
World abandons me
In you I
Simply collect myself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 