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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

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

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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again