You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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 pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on