No Grave for What We Had

They buried her name. Not what we were.

They carved a cross in the dirt, Wrote dates like that’s enough. Like love can fit in numbers, Like memory turns to dust.

But I was there when lightning hit, When the whole sky split in two. You don’t put that underground. You don’t bury something true.

You can lower a body. You can close the ground. But some things don’t stay down.

There’s no grave for what we had. No stone big enough. No dirt deep enough. No silence rough enough. They can take her breath, They can take her hand — But there’s no grave for what we had.

Her voice still rides shotgun, On every mile I run. Her laugh still hits my collarbone Like a loaded gun.

I feel her in the thunder, In the dust against my face. Some loves don’t fade to memory — They haunt the whole damn place.

You can burn the house. You can flood the land. But you can’t drown what we were.

There’s no grave for what we had. No prayer strong enough. No preacher tough enough. No heaven far enough. They can lock the gates. They can damn the man — But there’s no grave for what we had.

If love was just flesh — It’d rot. If love was just words — It’d stop. But what we built Was bone and fire.

There’s no grave for what we had. No night dark enough. No end hard enough. No fate cruel enough. They can take the world, They can brand me mad — But there’s no grave… No grave… For what we had.

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