Unearthed

What do I do with this hole
In the ground?
I picked up the shovel and dug it out.
It gets harder yet harder each day
To choose which one of us should be the one to stay.

This dark earth smells as if it belongs to me
And only one of us it must be.
What do I bury in this hole in the ground?
The one I used a shovel to dig out.

In this cave I call,
Echoed words in this hole.
And I shall say nothing more
Alone in the company of peace,
And the stolen virginity of my grief.

What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do.

Time has removed its shackles.
Still, it remains the me’s and the you’s.
In this world we built
Never giving.
Always and only leaving clues,
Perhaps by mistake for me, perhaps for you.

What do I do with this hole in the ground?
Where can I find a moment’s quiet and rest?
What do I do in this hole in the ground?
When all that is said, is said so in jest.