(2014)
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
