Sorrow

A deserted car park, full of shadows.

Showers of rain fall as though the sky is bleeding,

And two cats are fighting out of sight, wails like anguish sounding.

These ice-cold raindrops are tears

Against my skin.

A journey across London,

Stifling heat and sweat- a train filled with unknown faces.

Then, across the graveyard, grieving mourners gather like leaves.

The air is filled with powerful history-

They have been lost.

They were left behind.

They wept.