We don’t just bury the dead.
Sometimes those alive are laid to rest too,
In ways that we never thought we would.
Some days we bury their thoughts,
Unbearably beautiful, warm hands that kept yours safe.
Other days we bury their photos,
Unable, unwilling to delete them.
On others we dig deep holes and drop their words,
Their love and smile always follows.
Some days we bury our lives spent together,
But on most days, we quietly bury ourselves.