The Death of a Stranger

(tw: death)

There is no honor here, but

Carry me gently to my grave

Stranger of war, you who

Have found me

In all this carnage I stood

Beside you 

Gave up everything for you

Stranger of life

Some unknown figure I

Cared for without thought

And if you live past my dying breath

Or if we die hand in hand

Strangers, who are we to each other

But strangers

Some poet will make roses

Of all the bloodshed

Weave our deaths into

Tragic tapestries

Cause for weeping

A heavy silence

Stranger, lover of light

Our flames have gone out

We lie together in darkness

But we will be buried apart

Hands reaching forever

For the other

Beautiful stranger

Honor is lost

Without you