(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
