(2013)
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
