(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
