Love

There was a question
i never did get answered
it was about you
it was a long time ago
when i used to dig pits
and fill them with broken things
and old photos of people i thought i knew

i think
treasure is not always what we want it to be
sometimes it echos reality in its extreme
other times we want to bring back the dead
make them live again
the right way
our way
knowing full well that our perceptions are fragile
nothing so agile
as the life we forgot to lead

but i have buried everything for good this time
and now i will step forward
into the known world
and feign that i move clueless and wide-eyed
through this
fucking bullshit.