I read back through my writing
digging deeper with each piece,
finding emotions,
dried up tears
and words I'd forgotten...
piling dirt to the side.
The hole gets bigger,
and I find your memory
every few feet,
in the words that I
furiously wrote,
and dig through now
with no care.
And I've learned from a few
country girls, who sing their
hearts out in each song,
that instead of kicking
my feelings in the hole I've dug,
I should bury your memory
...then watch the flowers
grow.
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