d.e.v.o.t.i.o.n.

Should you perish
On your search
I will seek out
Where you lay down
I will run a comb through your hair
I will brush the flies off your flesh
Place you in a safe place
Dark where the roots can cradle us

Should you stir
In your sleep
For the moment
Don’t you wake up
This rope necklace you gave to me
I will wear it when I leave
Slip under your dirt blanket
Until the two ends of eternity shall meet