(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
