(2013)
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 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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well