(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
