He had hair the colour of lemons
Beautiful, bright yellow
Jesus, Mary and Joseph
He'd exclaim
Saukerl.
I loved him

Rescuer of books
Jumping into the ice cold water
A kiss, saumensch?
He'd ask
Arschloch.
I love him

A limp body
Dusty, cold, broken
Wake up
Denial; a kiss he couldn't feel
I will always love him

My book saved me
But who would read it now?
Mama.
Papa.
Rudy.
Gone.