The day free
Of majesty
I am weary
Rain upon
The plastic sills
Of windows
Glass misted
My spirit shifted.
Time with
A sparkling eye
Empathy free
Cold and cruel
Gulls and crows
Fight for scraps
Violent rooftops
Alas.
The loss is great
Leaving upon my tongue
A bitter taste
As you leave
In haste
I forgot to hate.