(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response