I buried my name in the dirt
Not to forget it,
Only to see
If something quieter might take root
Deadlines circled the days,
Without touching down, waiting
For something to give
You kept the windows open,
Even in winter,
Said the cold
Made things honest
We spoke in fragments-
Receipts, reminders,
Half slept apologies
Love reduced
To whatever made it through the day
The soil took everything
Without comment:
The plans, the harsh words,
The version of me
I always thought I could be
Something did grow,
Eventually,
Not hope,
Not relief,
But something steadier,
Something concrete
If you asked,
I'd still say I'm fine.
But my hands remember
The weight of the ground,
And your hands,
That never let go.
Never let go
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
I buried my name in the dirt
Not to forget it,
Only to see
If something quieter might take root
Deadlines circled the days,
Without touching down, waiting
For something to give
You kept the windows open,
Even in winter,
Said the cold
Made things honest
We spoke in fragments-
Receipts, reminders,
Half slept apologies
Love reduced
To whatever made it through the day
The soil took everything
Without comment:
The plans, the harsh words,
The version of me
I always thought I could be
Something did grow,
Eventually,
Not hope,
Not relief,
But something steadier,
Something concrete
If you asked,
I'd still say I'm fine.
But my hands remember
The weight of the ground,
And your hands,
That never let go.
Never let go
I'm not sure what exactly I was thinking while writing it, I just got an idea for a line and just went with it. Hope you like it!
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