(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 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
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
