(2014)
#EmptinessLoss #Love
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
