I always thought it was strange when people bought their grave plots at a young age.
and then you bought us promise rings.

Being wrapped around your finger became literal when my name was engraved across the band that the bones in your hand were buried under.

It was strange to me, the thought of spending money on the bed where you will decay, but death is the only promise that cannot be broken.

So when you chose the metal that would hug my ring finger for the next 6 months, I trusted it.
How could I not?

I spent three months prior with an empty left hand and you hadn't left me yet, I was sure you were in it for the long haul.

You purchased our headstones, as if to say you wanted to live the rest of your life with me, and put your life to rest at the side of me.

I can't predict the future but I was dead set on forever with you.
I could envision it.

I never would have thought I would have drowned your headstone with fire.
I never would have guessed I would be picking at the skin that was hidden for so long.

Robbing my own grave.
My own bones just to see if I'm still here.
If I'm the ghost or if you are.

When you gave me a promise ring I never would have guessed that you were predicting our death.
My death.
And if I knew, I would have at least thought that you would leave flowers.

But you've already picked mine, which only makes me feel worse because I gave you EVERYTHING.

I gave you my body, and all you gave me was a place for it to decay.
You bought a place to put it knowing you would bury me one day.

And although I am 6 feet under ground, I'm the one praying that YOU rest in peace.

I would ⅆⅈⅇ all over again for you.

I've already purchased another plot.
I'VE ALREADY PURCHASED ANOTHER PLOT.

I've already engraved my name.

Now all I'm waiting for, is you.