(2014)
#AddictionLoss #Love
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
