Tawny

The red sneaks through.
I am troubled.
Can’t believe what you have done.
I read.

The world needs to hear,
but no one is listening here.
There are people listening,
on the other side.

You’re almost there.
A few more steps.
You’ve been on this path before.
Begins to look familiar.

I lost it.
But it’s not mine to lose.
Remember the end of July.
I lost it.