(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first