I’ve spent years
Cursing and obsessing
Over the cracks
In the pavement
That cover my route home
My city is evolving
By decaying
As the overgrowth
Overtakes
The empty space
I once knew
One day
Whatever spirit I have
Will likely leave this form
And with luck
I’ll make good fuel
For flowers
Growing from the empty spaces
You once knew
And when my bones
Are washed ashore
Or found in caverns
Of old
Long after my city is gone
I wonder
If the people that find me
If they find me at all
Will use them better
Then I ever could