(2014)
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
