All my efforts have been soiled;
I dig deep holes
to find only dirt.
You uprooted yourself from my life,
shifting the landscapes of my dreams.
You left me with the dregs
of some past life,
and the barreness of hours.
All I can think of is you
Succumbing to earth.
But now this plot is too shallow;
deep six too deep for my 5 feet
to crawl out of -
you were never one for tradition anyway.
Your mouth is now empty
as I kiss the acres of your skin;
you were my world
to stand upon