My forever is behind
Me having been spent
But never squandered what
Used to be a
Map is now a
Scrapbook it’s funny how
Fast things happen how
Quickly life fills in
The blanks and love
The colors now if
You are young and
Especially if old save
Only your pennies and
Spend absolutely everything else
And then by happenstance
Two people didn’t meet
Where they should have
But met somewhere else
As though one oak
And one elm sapling
Each took its own
Flight from far off
Trees and landed side
By side two different
Yet similar things at
First prone and later
Tall and so strong
And shading the other
This will be our
Story if we have
A story to tell
I enjoy skating though
I prefer ice over
Rolling I think that
It’s the winter padding
Because I confidently know
That down I will
Go and up I
Will try but more
Down I will go
Dating is like that
Success only ever happens
When either someone helps
You up or you
Simply crawl to the
Side laughing and admitting
This isn’t for me
I am obviously different
Being the only atom
In the entire universe
To not only not
Bump into others but
Obviously repel so here
I float the tiniest
Of things amidst eons
Of matter alone wondering
What it must be
Like belonging to another
I seek no applause
For words are deaf
And poems are blind
But my heart knows
When I have written
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 