(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
