I have buried all traces of you
under soil and dirt.
Everything we shared,
the good and the bad-
they are dead to me.
They say that time heals all wounds,
but here I am again, in this cemetery,
standing on the grave of my heartbreaks,
shovelling more and more dirt
Day 25 prompt of #BecauseEverySummerIsStillWinter Instagram writing challenge by @kat.savage and @j.r.rogue