Funny thing
about missing
one thinks
it stings
when gone
but when
it returns
it’s hard
to imagine
it not
Category: Morning
Depth
Depth with which
you speak doesn’t
come by way
of inches but
of miles no
not traveled lived
and time well
it tags along
therefore keep your
fingers and shovels
to your selves
for no matter
how far you
poke or dig
depth will ever
only be found
on the soles
of the soul
Day
Hanging around
the kitchen
like a
starched shirt
waiting watching
for those
first few
bubbly drips
to drop
knowing that
my relief
was soon
erase away
the mistakes
of sleep
onto bath
and brush
Game
And there
it is
the beacon
the one
lonely dot
of day
reflecting off
of some
window faraway
saying here
I am
hello and
I act
like I
always do
surprised by
this game
of hide
and seek
with dawn
ThatThis
We were that
now we’re this
it’s what you
had always wanted
I’m not sure
why even then
I wasn’t but
I knew that
if I was
ever to be
with you it
would be this
and not that
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 