(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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 was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything