Birmingham skyline

Regret is isolation drifting along empty street
The grey shutter past our old school
I thought about you, I am alone along a dark path,
Those windows and door, those staircases.
A barren lamppost lights my way.
I cry inside for our departed,
Cloud formations above Birmingham remind me of you,
Canal toepath beside the trainline
Reflection upon the water.
Silence at 4 the streets, the roads deserted,
alone past Mulberry Bush bird sing to memory.