(2014)
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
