23.5.25

Okay,


Now that you are gone, it is time, yes?

Take the reigns, I have never been sure

if these were excuses or compromises

the plain lack of time

between knives and timers

and feeding the birds.

My last friends

don't even speak English.

Years are now sentences

without commas and every day

an asterisk-like sun

in a cosmos full of them.


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