(2013)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me