(2013)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting