(2013)
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
