(2014)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
