Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

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