(2014)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
