(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
