(2014)
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like