Who will answer this little sparrow,
its eye cast towards indifference.
A passing-by during
your final sunny day.
Wrecked coil, silent breath
your eye locked with mine.
Whirl of pedestrians,
skirts and phones and dogs and brooms.
Careless wanderings, shared fate.
Your sorrowful end a bridge
to an abandoned beginning.
I will mourn you, rampantly so.
I will glorify your death with my pale insipidness.