We gathered everything, we even had our digging tool.
I was encapsuling tokens, journals and letters,
you were encapsuling dreams, wishes, and answers.
We buried something to be remembered and dug in time,
to temporarily suspend love - and serve that committed crime.
I find myself going back, digging my way to that memory of us,
Now and then I'm knee deep in dirt, cradling close what was.
And all I find are empty eyes, cold hands, and missing hearts
Scattered pieces of once a great love, now in small parts
I used to know you and all the magic that you bring
Life used to light up, you made my heart sing
It may not have been a capsule, instead, a dark casket
We may have died that day, and we don't know it yet
Because we failed to write a memoir and let flowers fall from the sky
We failed to understand that on that day, we both chose to die.
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