Found.

Ivy grows on my walls,
it over takes my body,
it reaches deep into my throat,
and coats the walls of my lungs.

my feet turn into dirt,
my bones into sand,
water comes from my ears, 
and my heart explodes.

all that i am is decaying away,
everything I've held falls,
I am laying in a pool of myself,
what do I have that I can hold onto?

I am a pool of water unmoved,
I am the stale air that sits in a cave,
I am a rock that sits under a rock
that is covered by a bolder that is covered with dirt.

I am unseen, unknown, and unwanted.
I have no purpose.

unless someone jumps in.
unless someone climbs into me and breaths me in.
unless I am dug up and uncovered.
unless I am found.

when I am found,
and when I am held.
I will be to you as gold,
as silver.
I will be diamonds.
more loyal than a dog.
and more loving than a flower.

when I am found,
someday.
I will be ready for you
I will have value,
to you.

and when I find you and I will.
you
I can hold you.

we will run through the halls of life,
your hand in mine
not looking back and also not forgetting it,
and when we come to the end of ourselves 
we will burst through those curtains take our final bow,
and together we will turn into dust
into ashes
into dirt