What if
everything was
the last
would you
cherish it
treasure it
try to
hold on
to it
or would
you let
it go
because everything
is that
very last
of anything
Category: Love
Clean
I once thought
clean smelled well
clean but true
clean as well
as clarity and
truth smell not
at all whatsoever
what does smell
is the appearance
of something clean
for even truth
can hide behind
allures seductive mask
making it the
master of allusion
Cup
That empty cup
is gathering dust
I have no
heart to wash
where once it
was joy and
laughter filled it
now sits quietly
surrounded by others
a shrinking violet
it grows smaller
with each morning
and one day
be a thimble
capable of holding
no more than
a moment’s memory
Bus
At a bus
stop I sat
waiting no not
for the bus
but for you
for this was
the very place
where I first
laid eyes upon
for hours I
sat there and
those turning into
days and those
then into accepting
that it was
never about a
bus but being
there where you
would be when
May
I only dream
of has beens
and what might’ves
but I never
dream about the
maybe so’s and
what if one
day if only’s
so dreams aren’t
really ever dreams
but only hauntings
of what happiness
used to be
and never about
what it may
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 