(2014)
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
