(2014)
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
