(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
