(2013)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
