Okay not really but w/e You pick up the shovel that I hold -In both of our hands we are digging together So slowly, the wind taps across our arms As I help you guide the shovel into the ground Amazingly It slips right in The sod that was in the way is nearly widthless An effortless moan escapes our lips This is our first time We are new to this Digging a hole, our minds in sync Deeper into the ground we sink And the velvet dirt makes contact with the shovel head This is my grave, and I've just died But I've been revived just now Holding on, hand in hand Digging this hole, has made me love again P.S. This is just a rough draft not the final version