(2013)
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
