(2014)
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 visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
