for when the heart
became a place confined
for the weights
of the waits

the emotions
came out
as words
clad
in deep red

too heavy
to carry
even on paper
he chose to bury them
call it cliche
he chose the location
deep
in the woods

afraid
of their exposure
and the consequences
of it

now safe
in the knowledge
no one will venture
that deep

he came home
to a new reality

the void

in his chest

for the words
clung to his heart
took it with them
deep underground