(2014)
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
