I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious

I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you