(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
