(2014)
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
