The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


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

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

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

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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

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