Looking at you
Across a crowded
Room seems like
I’m waiting for
The train we
Are watching you
Laugh with others
And peek at
Me above the
Rim of your
Drink and wink
Apart from you
Is yes difficult
Sharing you with
Others however is
But sheer bliss
Be with them
Now then with
Me later on
I wink back
Let a lover
Take your photograph
They capture those
Things others cannot
They have felt
Your heart and
Tasted your soul
The day appears
Like a sunny
Side up egg
Centered yellow surrounded
By clouds of
White staring down
And hungry I
Wonder how fulfilling
This day might
Be sides of
Early toasted trees
And homes steaming
From their chimneys
It’s is breakfast
Dawn here now
In a diner
Called Charlotte NC
I will miss
You the minute
No wait the
Second you’re gone
Is that what
The tree feels
At the end
Of fall or
The dog feels
As the school
Bus pulls away
How dark is
Dark when all
That remains is
But your memory
What do I
Do now with
Moonless nights absent
Of your glow
Close my eyes
I must and
Simply remember you
It is funny
This idea I
Have that my
Heart is one
Dimensional when it
Is in fact
Two just when
I thought that
There was but
One all bruising
Some one love
When from behind
Another sneaks up
And unbelievably finds
That one spot
That is unblemished
And touches me
Softly right there
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 