you showed me where we came from

the dirt in all of its glory

in the end, you said, we all have the same old story

from the dirt, we come from

to the dirt, we go

such a thought did grieve me so

you took my hand

not letting go
"what is dirt but where one grows

not only where we always go"

you kissed me then

and you were gone

the dirt is where you now belong

yes, i grieve you,
and wait anxiously for dirt to grant me its *****, holy access

meanwhile, I will take some seeds

and
grow flowers in your absence