(2014)
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
