the trees are budding again
while i look out through the
fat fast blobs of raindrops
from the roofs gutter
the branches spiderweb across
my view
of the depressing red brick wide windowed
mill building full of distant souls
tears stream down like blurry rain
on the squares of glass

the realization of her moving on
and knowing that her love had dwindled
i learned of her feelings for someone else
i crumbled and wanted to self destruct