Here I sit
coffee in hand
wondering maybe if
and maybe so
but like the
steam that rises
from my coffee
I know that
what escapes never
comes back and
what is cooled
rarely ever warms
Category: Love
Hurry
Hurry back
same thing
every time
and here
I wait
day dreaming
drumming fingers
losing whatever
it was
I was
interested in
be bed
or coffee
or canoodling
Games
Tic tac toe
and tiddly winks
so are the
games people play
checkers and chess
and hopscotch too
all just glee
and selfish giddiness
snickers and sarcasm
seems to separate
oh to find
just one adult
on the playground
capable of connecting
this is what
they call dating
Jellybean
Is it just
my imagination or
do people nowadays
not want love
or if they
do it comes
with all sorts
of conditions that
falling in love
is like rifling
through a candy
dish looking for
that one last
little green jellybean
ignoring the rest
Orbits
Oh I thought
that just maybe
time and distance
between us might
just make me
miss you less
but like planets
that pass by
every so often
when we’re not
I keep wishing
that other ones
would just move
outta the way
so that even
from afar I’d
know where it
was you are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 