Leaves going to mold under the rough-barked trees.
Last year's autumn rotting away beneath my feet.
English city,
grey in the English rain.
Cold damp air and diesel fumes:
Nothing's changed.
But I know,
in the beating of my heavy heart,
in the laboured heaving of my lungs,
in the sting of the tears that wash the rain away,
I know.
You've altered everything.
At odds with what you were,
I stand alone,
surveying the wreckage of a life
you destroyed with your passing.

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