Poems

It's been a long time

Since words found their way

Written out on napkins and

The backs of envelopes

I use to write poems

Every day

I use to write them about

The boy I loved

The one that walked away

But then Poetry died

And there were so many years

Of quiet silence

And an echo stretching forever

I wrote a story for my godson

It's about an armadillo 

I want to publish the book

But all this fear 

Holds me back 

Still somewhere past

Basketball games on TV

And fictional bounty hunters

I hear an old whisper

And feel a tug at the corner

Of my heart

Start again

Live with no regrets

And I smile

Maybe turning 30

Is a starting point 

After all and

Maybe I can live

The life I long for 

After all