Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making

My heart was paper
 now folded six times over
 to make it harder
 to tear
 I only hope that


I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well