The people we were,
in years half forgotten,
are buried in the graveyard
of our flesh, some
under marked headstones
with years of their existence
carved, evoking remembrance,
others' graves mere
depressions on the turf,
and a faint memory
passes through our mind
as we walk over them
and is gone, like
those people
we once were.
21.01.2025
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti