Black skies outside the window pane.
Rhythm in the rains that echo
Over glass sustaining the
Illusion that in here I’m warm and dry.

Absences and failures and misprinted words
In drips to fill the rivers so they carry all
My promises to sea.

Stained upon the clouds an hour’s
Forgotten credit and the
Paleness of a choice in depthless grey,
The smoke of fires watered and abandoned
When the weather calls its loudest for
My heat.

Today the roof is leaking.
Today the weather calls its debt
And maybe now I’ll make amends for
Words I’ve said and never meant
When it was raining out but
I had shelter here.

#London #Thames

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