(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
