The Signs

At Fault

As we speed past the city,

an argument is brewing.

Each way I look,

shadows are stirring.

The cause you may ask?

That would be me.

The one inventing shadows.

The smell of hurt is fresh on the air,

but it must be this way.

How could it not be?

The skyline reflects the guilt I feel,

but it's his fault more.

And I cant even imagine,

when it was not.

So as the city approaches,

I am at a loss.