(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
