(2013)
#DeathLife
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on