(2014)
#Life #LossLove
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days