(2013)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
