Fence posts lean like broken spines Through fields where rusted memory shines We drove past signs with names we knew— Places love once bled right through These are the burial grounds Where your best self is laid down You pointed out that crooked oak Said, “That’s where trust went up in smoke” Gravel crunched like shattered glass Over ghosts we pass These are the burial grounds Where your best self is laid down No headstones carved, no flowers placed Just silence thick and time erased We buried dreams without a sound In unmarked holes beneath this ground Now the wind hums lullabies To skeletons in old goodbyes And I wonder as we drive away— Did she die there too this day? These are the burial grounds Where your best self is laid down
