I wasn't quite dead
But you buried
Me anyway

It wasn't much
Of a ceremony
But what
Did I expect

I wish this hole
Was deeper
Because I can still
Hear your voice

Going on and on
To your friends
About all the ways
I wasn't right for you

And who invited
Them anyway
They're your friends

Oh, that's right
You did

I wish it was Sunday
Then you could
Move on
Go to brunch
Or something

And
Leave me
At the bottom
Of this hole

You've thrown
Enough dirt
On me
For today

I know, I know
You never meant
For it to be
This way

But I was just so-
And too-
You needed me
To be more-
And not so-

Yes, I know
I get it
Okay
It's over

But

If you change
Your mind
Just know
I'll be right
Here, waiting
In this hole

For you

Always