(2014)
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
