(2014)
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
