THE DRY EARTH
I buried you
under years of dry earth
no tears
but I marked your grave
so I can find it later
when I’m ready
when I have time
to fall into your grave
and be buried with you
there under the dry earth
holding you again
till what’s left of you
the memory of you
dissolves
and my tears float me
to the surface
or my anger claws
through earth and rock
leading me back to the sun
however long it takes
more than this day
or the next
so I drive by
dropping flowers
to say
I haven’t forgotten
where I left you
how to find you
and one day
we will meet again
when I and grief
holding hands
dive deep
into the dry earth
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