(2014)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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 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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
