(2013)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face