(2014)
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well