(2013)
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
