(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
