Break Even

I dug deep my feet in the grave,
The smell of skin inside the box
embraced me before it choked me,
But inside the house was empty-
Nobody lived here.

Beside the corner of my thought
Was where we met to keep asking,
For what was harder than prayer
Was praying without an answer
It stung like cancer.

In here is a box still empty.
Out there is a house he’s not in.
How else should an ocean water?
He’s still barely breathing alive
Death has deprived him.

Leonell