A little late, don’t you think?
A few years, a couple of months and several days late,
my friend

I’m sunken soil now
I’m in too deep
I’m maggot food

Put your shovel down
even if you dig me out,
It will take more than that
to scoop out my past

It took you long
to feel my absense,
dont you think?
A few years, couple of months and several days late
you cared too little,
my friend

I’m spongy now,
limbs fluffly, moist
I’m in too deep
food for thought

There’s nothing left to find
Nothing left to salvage
even before I touched the dirt