Gravely

I wish gravestones had mailboxes
It just makes sense, then I could tell you what you missed, what I did, how I fucked my life up all over again
And some spiritual messenger would take my letter up to the clouds
That’s where you go right?
The actual opposite of where we put you?
Suffocating beneath the dirt
Eroding into the environment
Melting back into the neglected earth
For future generations to abuse and destroy
How hopeful a future
With mounds of dirt
And no correspondence