(2013)
#Days #LifeWeeks
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains