misplaced bones.
the last day we spoke your words took me apart and when you left i had to pick up the pieces and bury my bones outside in the yard. its been three years and to this day i haven't been able to put myself all the way back together. somehow, every time i think i've managed to, i discover that some bones are still missing, hidden deep in the ground. maybe one day i'll get a metal- detector in the form of a dog, to help me find all the hidden pieces in the earth out back, because i don't seem to be having any luck myself.










