Typewriter Series #1540 by Tyler Knott GregsonChasers of the...

Typewriter Series #1540 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Chasers of the Light & All The Words Are Yours are Out Now!

Text for Tired Eyes:

You are the sunlight in the long wheat grass,
and I will remember you, smiling.  You gave me
years, more than I deserved, less than I
wished for, and I will remain thankful for them
until mine are up and my number is called, once
again.  Was the last light in your eyes, the flicker
before the fade, you beginning again?  I feel you
here, fresh and unafraid, and I know you are
saving another life, setting another heart free
by now, by right now.  Is this what it is to ache,
is this longing?  

I have circled the same path, worn the grasses
down to stalk and dust, and I will continue to.
I am listening for your name, called from a mouth
besides mine, and sometimes I hear it. The wind offering
it up as it carries it over the hills, distant and
still.  

I am a swiss cheese heart, holes left when pieces
were taken, and yours may be the biggest.  Perhaps
death is the last hole removed, when we are
more air than heart, too many holes in too
many places, the blood doing roller coaster
flips around aortic loops before spilling
out and decorating the dirt.  Yours is mine,
they mixed long ago, and I bled
as you did.  

Thank you, for saving this life and giving me
back to myself; thank you for teaching me,
reminding me, and for the comfort that came
effortless and swift every time I knew
I needed it, but more, for every time
I did not know I did.  I feel you, and
I will hold your name sacred between
my teeth.  I know you are here, new,
though you earned never returning again.  
You came back, for me, and will see me
through. 

-Tyler Knott Gregson-