(2014)
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
