(2013)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
