(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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