Tuesday Poem: “The Longest Day of the Year” by Michael Harlow

THE LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR

One word one word and then another,

one word and another, waiting for the

light to come stealing in, you ask what

is it that love dares the self to do?

All he wanted was to put his shoes out

in the moonlight. To hear music be the

saint of laughter again. And all that

time rehearsing his lines in the dark;

the love-mess of it all – when so much

forgetting is always about remembering;

on the long walk backwards to meet

himself coming the other way, but didn’t

It’s just that I’m m...