(2013)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
