(2014)
#Death #Life #Love #Sleep
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
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
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did