(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
