In Loving Memory Rickie Lee Hawthorne
(2014)
#Death #HealingLife #Time
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world