(2014)
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
