See me through

What divides us?
I see you lie, like it's some burial. Someone put you in the ground
I can't quite make out who you are, or who you used to be, it's something untangible as I sit across and peer through the thing that divides us.

I sit from here and I'm not supposed to photograph this (at least I think so..), but I can't help but look over. I guess right now I'm respecting the distance.

"moma put my guns in the ground" came from a song. I'll say that I'm not ready, not ready to let this go