(2014)
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
