If I ever reach towards you again
Turn your back to me
Don't even glance at me
I could not handle your silent rejection
You agree to me so respectfully
It almost fools me everytime
My feeble heart would convince me
To go gravedigging in places long abandoned
In the moutains far away from the present
To find a strand of hair or a forgotten heirloom
Then wear it on my person
As though it has nothing to do with you
Knowing I stole it from you and buried it there









