In Loving Memory Rickie Lee Hawthorne
(2014)
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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