Shallow Grave

Every night at the same time, we’d stand side by side, digging matching plots.

Some would say that moving mounds of dirt just to bury ourselves is gruesome.

To us, it was bonding time. We’d spent many nights getting to know each other. We explored our ins and outs, speaking about our flaws and doubts.

We were in this together.

We planned it down to the socks. We had matching outfits and shoes. We chose the purest of whites. Waves spinning and fro flourishing.

It was beautiful.

We kept trying to preserve our youth, but we'd soon have to face the truth.

There was no way that we’d be able to walk away and feel even decent about it.

Our connection was immortal. It would live forever, the one thing that we could never do.

The ground beneath us started to become unstable.

Some nights, it felt like there was no end to this digging that we’d been doing.

As the hole I dug went deeper, you seemed to become more distant. What changed? What was so different?

We no longer maneuvered as one, no longer working towards the same cause.

As I continued to dig, I noticed that you’d frequently pause.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

No matter how you try to spin this, you’ve made it crystal clear.

You were too busy faking to realize all of the mistakes you'd been making.

Each extra scoop of dirt you tossed in my direction worked out better for me and served as added protection.

You underestimated the fact that this has never been a crystal stair.

“The Lord is the light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear?”

I came into this situation prepared.

Despite how much you said you would, I had a feeling that you wouldn’t always be there.

I was right.

At this point, it’s no need for you to continue putting up a fight.

Time after time, you betrayed me.

You put me through the wringer then acted like I was crazy.

The clouds darkened and the air was no longer still.

No longer under your spell, I'm not staying beyond my will.

The extra dirt gave me greater leverage to leave.

There’s no turning back from here, so it’s either you or me.

I already have the upper hand so say your last words before you look up and wave.

This will be the last thing we do together. May your soul rest in this shallow grave.