The Hole

I see your shirt,

I see you in it, 

Then back out of it again.

Every night I end up in the same place,

At the bottom of the hole that you dug for me.

But you dug it so well, with a smile on your face, and love in your eyes.

I couldn't even see the dirt rise above me.

I cry there.

I live there.

I love there.

Every night I am there, 

But tonight is different.

Your shirt caught on fire, I'm digging some steps.

I am growing stronger.