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.