City Rain
The rain isn't warm anymore
It falls and freezes
I sit crouching, under the building
Where I lived
It used to smell good
When the water hit the pavement
The disturbed dust of the city streets
Mixing with the warm spring air
The change I felt when I looked at them
All indifferent and afraid
Climbing up the fourteen steps
Each one closer to the life they'd made
And I
I am alone as ever
But that is how I want to be
At least for a while
At least that's what I've found works for me
Writer/s: Amerah Ames
