The World Is Quiet Here

Hey, Im an old acquaintance. We were getting close and at the time I was very immature and I'd like to sincerely apologize if I ever made you feel uncomfortable or upset. It took a while to realize that my behavior was not acceptable and I am very sorry. I hope you have a good day.

I keep having dreams of meeting you in the garden, or paradise, or whatever we called it still arguing over if it was something given or something we made You kept shovels in your hands, the same ones you used to show me how to dig up my heart from the earth and plant it in the soil of your chest I say, "too bad everything we've grown is dead now" "Yeah," you say, spitting up weeds "it's a real shame"