Remembering the Dead - Jordan Reyne

You wouldn’t wait for me

You wouldn’t wait for me.

Time can only

bury me.

In a borrowed grave

Under nameless trees.

While the empty face of your certainty, is

Clothed in sky, and dressed to leave

For the bloodstained tales

Of victory.

And if I were your jailor

I’d have carried your freed to you

So you’d always remember

All the glory

It won’t allow you.