(2013)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
