Midnight, they caught me in the garden.
I was covered in mud, sweat and tears.
I was trying to bury the memory of you.
Now, they have instructed someone to watch over me.
The hole I dug was not deep enough, I can still see your smile.
I was crying when I dug that hole, you were always there to ease my pain.
I ran out of energy digging that hole and
I realized my strength came from you.
I have options, but my soul craves your aura.
My body aches for your touch.
My writing is dull, you gave life to every word.
I do not dig graves anymore; the memory of you is all I have.