Archaeologist
At night I dig amongst the ruins
of a past civilization
looking for signs
of our lost love
but all I find
is the shards
of broken promises.
I call out your name,
but all that answers
is the wind
and instead of perfume
my nose is filled with dust
and the stench of decay.
I wish I could lose my fear
that even after my death
I will still wander here
without ever finding you.
Copyright © David De La Croes | Year Posted 2013
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