(2014)
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
