On the tenth floor
-David, it’s important you read this letter
I look out across the city
-I cannot stay; I have to leave
The clouds mix with the steam
-I don’t want you to wait for me
that rises from the roofs of the buildings
-we would never work out
I have been watching from this window since 6 am.
-I have to be free
now it is light; I can see people at all levels,
-I don’t want you to come around
people sitting in offices
-take your things, don’t leave them behind
people on the street
-understand, this is the way it is
workers, in hard hats and yellow vests
-please don’t contact me
emptying broken tiles from wheelbarrows
-we had fun, didn’t we?
I can only imagine the noise.
-something to remember
Is true freedom being able to do what you want, when you want?
-I’m leaving, going overseas
On corners homeless huddle under blankets on soaked yellow mattresses.
-I love someone else
A car stops in the road; a bus turns quickly
-Thursday and I’ll be gone, I promise.
Thursday and I’ll be gone, I promise.