Castlefield Flats

Word was the town laid you to rest,
I did not see, for I lay in the grass
  Alas, awash with shame.
For I could not trade a suit that day
  And each and every person wore theirs.
How could I steel a suit on such a day?
Remember how we nursed broken heads and dry tongues?
  With talk forever lost in time we spoke.
I woke you with words
  And you warned me of the fruits of a life misunderstood.