If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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 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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

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 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