(2013)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything