(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from