i came back to the graveyard for three days
just so i could sit by the same tree and listen to your soft voice

no one will find me here, i’m guarded by leaves and the quiet sounds of who used to be
i try not to flinch when i feel the bugs crawl on my hands
i know they will engulf me one day
maybe here, or somewhere else
but i hope it’s here

maybe another lost soul will find my hiding place
after i am gone
and hear the faint whispers of your sweet songs merged with my cries
and wonder who we once were