(2014)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
