To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

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

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

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

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

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth