(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything