(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 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
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains