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

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

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

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

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

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

There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze