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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

I started to bury you weeks ago.
You're mouth was wide open but your ears seemed stitched shut.
Why can we not bring back the good in the past,
then I wouldn't have to be putting my energy into digging another hole in my vast graveyard.

Our laughter and smiles bring out the best of me.
While I post myself onto the shovel,
taking a break from ripping up the earth once again,
I run love scenes in the back of my eyes,
thinking of our secret language and every morning we shared lying next to each other,
Tears form at the edges of my eyes.

Back to work again,
Tearing through the thick earth,
I work my way deeper and deeper into trance as I fixate my mind on digging, what seems to be, a bottomless pit of a hole.
The shovel grows heavy in my arms.
My hands began to numb and my head begins to drag lower and lower to the ground.

Dropping my shovel, I pull the small heart necklace you gave to me so long ago from my pocket.
It hardly has any shine to it at all from constantly being clasped around my neck.
The trail of hearts represent every moment we have spent together,
every thought we have shared,
and the years yet to come that we will be with each other.

Smoothing it onto the ground in the middle of my bottomless pit,
I hope for all of our wishes to come true.

Burying our trail of hearts into my vast graveyard will hopefully help us and give our hearts' room to grow.
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