(2013)
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
