(2013)
In Loving Memory James F. Logue
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could