(2013)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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