If There Was Only Enough Time

If there was only enough time,

in the final minutes to bury a box;

I'd bury it with you.

I would collect things that were significant to Life, our life

Our love letters, that unraveled our love so effortlessly as the pens we used to write them with.

The coordinates of our spot - where they would find our initials carved into the oak tree.

Our favorite picture:

Our wedding picture - where the sun set behind us and the unknowing waited for us in the auburn sky

We’d bury it in our back yard

Our safe haven.

So that

If there were any survivors

They would know

We were here

We existed

We loved