Calcium These flowers dug roots deep where the bodies, where the old love grows. It doesn't grow up, it grows down. You don't grow up, you grow down. This love/loss & breakdowns, the syntax of decay, the questions. And if? If you ask me one more time, I'll say: "I don't know, but I want to know," and I'll mean it but you'll say that our love-bones need calcium they are brittle & they break. We break. We dig our graves deep. We bury time & love & memories like we would bury ourselves. We bury time & love & loss like we would or could never unearth them. We die & we break quietly, But we dig our graves deep.