#065 The Way We Were
Dirt. Hardened over time. No flowers needed to mark the spot. It’s committed to our memories forever. Under the tree where I once carved our names. And now, here you are, working up a sweat (again), digging a space to fill with more memories.
Photographs and trinkets that remind you of us. Wasted time covering them in the same dirt you haven’t dared visit in over a decade. I can’t help but wonder, why now? What’s changed? Do you feel the guilt of leaving me alone all this time or have you moved on?
After all, you buried me here.
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we?
Could we?
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