He wanted to be a gravedigger
A man bold enough to discover the past
Someone to show that our bodies return
To the earth that created us

She lit a cigarette with good intentions
Took one slow deep breathe in
Holding onto the noxious relief for longer than reason
Finding single mother half time
Somewhere between 2 sons and a stack of bills

She put out her cigarette with exhaustion
Gripping onto any possibility of a helping hand
Her fingers a light house for the weary
She is disaster relief
Shelter for the homeless

She saved lives
While taking her own
With each smoldering breathe
Her lungs held in my chest
Smoke free for the first time

The gun felt cold against my skin
Safety still on
Pulling the trigger only happens in movies
Fear holding me sideways
Dreaming of courage to take the bullet out
So instead I began holding pencils to my temple
Attempting to rewrite my future

And if i were ever shot ,
id kiss you with the last
breath in my lungs. I'd
apologize for staining
your lovely hands with
my different shades of red.
And before i'd let out my
last sigh i'll tell you how
much i love you before i
die* ~

Every thing you left behind is still here
Collecting parts of individually wrapped humans
I refuse to rearrange the furniture
It helps convince me you're still coming back
That you have forgotten how to love
Taking a hiatus to expunge selfish
There is a spot reserved here for you
I am the only one that can still see it