(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
