(2014)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
