​underbrush

Do you remember last December
When the rocks and grass collected for a while?
Broken, rotten, nearly forgotten
The fungal outgrowths kept at your side

Would you believe me if I said it's over?
It's locked in the past tense once again
Do you hate me all over again?
I couldn't blame you even if I tried

When you talked into the wind
You said words you'd never say again
So that we could play pretеnd
Overall you hadn't spoken

We wеre walking toward the end
And at last, I think we'd both known
When the flowers grew again
They would wrap around our headstone

And the walls kept closin' in
And it starts to feel constrictive
Talk of how it all began
Lose ourselves in retrospective

Put my hand against your cheek
I'd be remiss to leave another touch
I'll run out of words to speak
And I'll fall into the underbrush