the city is different now or is it me getting older people appear to have changed a lot or is it me getting colder rooftops in the evening sun we meet to shake hands rooftops reflecting light in the rain (until we meet again) the smoke has cleared a bit and i pretend that i'm wiser and if i keep doing that long enough i can pretend that i like it i look up and hope to find a new star on the horizon light reflected long ago no single day without new affections and surprises telling me i'm home rooftops- we meet to shake hands rooftops reflecting light in the rain the city is different now or is it me getting older