I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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

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