(2014)
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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