I
The rain that pours down
day and night
as the days turn to weeks to months
leaving nothing
to treasure, to care for, to hold.
I decay.

II
Mid-walk across
this damp city
I saw
can't touch
and it hurt.

III

Here now
gone the next
a big mistake
I. Am.
Sorry.

IV
Red.
Quick!
Get.
Across.

V
Stop,
feel the beauty
with-
in
what was us.