(2013)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
