(2014)
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
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
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