(2013)
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
