(2014)
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
