(2014)
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
