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The Seasons After Winter

I think you want to say, “You might fall in love, is that the worst thing that could happen?”

And I want to ask you if you've ever noticed the way Christmas lights reflected in a window at night look like stars exploding.

And I want to ask you if you had a garden growing up.

I want to ask you if you had to listen to one thing forever, what would it be.

And I think I want you to say, “A river. Why are we hiding what’s happening here?”

And I think I want to say, "Falling in love is not the worst thing that could happen."

But I don’t know.

Because when you’ve been waiting for someone else for so long, you can become a stranger even to yourself.

The Burning Of Snow

Tell me again, the story of all the things I cannot do, so I can tell you the story of how I will do them.

The Heart Of The Night

All I want to know is why I never wake up in the middle of the night thinking about someone who loves me.
I ask and nothing in the night answers me.

The 10000 Ton Grave

"What I'm saying is I don't want you hurting somewhere when you least expect it. I don't want you ordering coffee and waiting and suddenly feeling sad and lonely out of nowhere. That's why I'm saying we should bury them deep, these people that we were and the things that we had, and far away from each other. I don't want them finding each other again, in the ground beneath us. I don't want you to hurt again and I don't want to hurt either and as near as I can tell, that's all we can do for each other."

The Cold End Of All Things

"Even if you've forgotten who you are, you could at least try to remember what you mean, and who you mean it to."

"I think I've forgotten both who I am and what I mean. And why should I care? Why should any of us mean anything."

"You're just talking now. You do not have to talk if you don't want to.

"What is left to talk about? These are our lives and they have both begun and begun to end."

The World We Live In

What if there are no bad worlds or good worlds.
What if there’s just the world you and I live in.
What if everything isn't fixed in stone.
What if everything's like a river that meets other rivers and they become each other.

What if we still have a chance to make this a good world.

Canvas Prints

You can now get what is probably my most famous poem as a canvas print to hang in your home - click here or on the picture.

The Love Like A House Collapsing

Below the rubble, I am still trapped next to you.
Below the rubble, I can only move my fingers.
Below the rubble, I am dust in sunlight.
Below the rubble, rocks crush my chest.
Below the rubble, I remember when we could hold on.
Below the rubble, our fingers touch.

The Words You Could Say

If you can do nothing else, tell the truth.

Say, “I don’t know who I was before now, and I don’t know who I’ll be tomorrow.”

Say, "There are things about me you'll never fix, and it's not your job to fix me."

Say, "I feel things I don't know how to feel."

Say, "We can be anything but we can't be everything."

Say, “I can do nothing else, this is me and this is all there is.”

If anyone stays with you

after you’ve told them that

stay with them

as long as they’ll have you.

The Things That Might Happen To Us

I don’t understand how you can be so worried about what might happen, when what might not happen, is so much worse.