(2013)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking