hey there, pretty face.
i haven’t seen you in
a couple years, have i?
not since i put you under.
i dug into the dirt for you.
i used my nails, my clawing hands,
because i couldn’t bear the thought
of not being the last to see your face.
pictures speak a thousand words.
your laugh fires a thousand synapses;
looking down at you once more, like this,
i can almost hear it again.
i want to dig you back up.
life turned out meaningless without you.
i will fill my mouth with dirt
and pull the soil roof closed over us both.
i’m not going to do it.
people still need me, i think.
but i need you to know that i
can’t forget you, pretty face.