It broke
Before it cracked,
you fell in two

Fill my ears up from the dirt
Engraved a stone within a curse
In a field by the old black shed

Some scribbles inside my hand
Left behind from when I grabbed
The last words ever you wrote

Matted hair and shaky hands
Have a drink, my last amends

I felt the dirt in my finger. It was still damp from the rain. It must  have rained for weeks. lord knows the last time I felt the sun. Pale white and over run.