(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
