cobblestones

value me warmly,

in the fire of your city. 

abandoned and lonely--

i’m done with all my pity. 

caress me softly, 

oh cobblestones of history. 

my story is nothing 

like the memories of past saints. 

i used to believe that all things were easy, 

that i was the queen and that all things

would come to me.

but once my stain glass windows shattered and broke, 

i jumped off my throne to build up my city.