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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

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

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

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

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything