(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
