Once again the days are dreamy and dark. I have spent many nights thinking of you. Wishing for your soft skin once more. It has been such a long time since I've seen you my love. I wonder when we will be together again. The quiet scrape of the shovel accompanies my harsh breathing as the dirt piles up next to me. A light mist passes over the yard, coating your stone door with a fine sheen of water. The leafless trees weep, sagging under the weight of sorrow. I'm almost there. My clothes are dirty and sweat stained. My shoes are caked with mud. The torch burns fitfully. The lone watcher as I unearth your bed. The hinges start to creak loudly. A plush silk bed, cold to the touch. I caress your pale skin. My living tongue touches your dead ass. By this cracked tombstone. I can't wait. I buried her the next day.
