(2014)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
