WHAT YOU ALL WERE TO ME

Under the azure skies

of late August,

under the still,

yellowing crowns

of trees towering

through my five decades,

sorrow and grief

for all you loved people

I left to run as dust

between my fingers

to the parched ground of

years, a Judas to you all.

26.08.2022

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