(2014)
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
