Gee I guess
That the only
Time that you
Miss the thing
That you’re missing
Is when someone
Fills it then
And only then
Will you realize
That all the
Things that you’ve
Been looking for
Didn’t really matter
But the simple
Things that you
Did really did
Many people eat
Oysters but really
How many of
Them do you
Know ever found
One precious pearl
I will continue
For in each
One holds the
Hope it’s there
Enough for me
Sometimes in life
We all need
Crutches me I
Needed them for
A decade until
One recent morning
I decided to
Take my life
Back from them
I can’t wait
To descend a
Staircase hang the
Christmas tree star
And dance with
Someone let me
Take your hand
And dip you
Reclaiming ones life
Starts simply quietly
By promising yourself
It’s my life
No one or
Nothing else’s again
Today life is
Showered in sheets
Of gray linen
From clothes lines
Snap and billow
High above me
Far off kisses
Land silently on
Perfumed paper and
Texts yearning desire
And longing ache
As this morning
Starts cool here
Missing you again
Sometimes in life
We get used
To where we
Are so used
To in fact
That those sweet
Summer breezes and
Wet grass tickles
Turn normal until
Oh they’re gone
And then we
Miss them with
A full orchestra
Of heart ache
Instead perhaps we
Should ask another
What they see
And accept that
Those norm things
We have indeed
Are the treasures
That others seek
Once again enjoying
Each other’s sweet
Summer breezes and
Wet tickling kisses
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 