(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
