(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could