(2014)
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes