(2014)
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
