lowercase

my

‘i’

has weakened, faded a little

since

i

left the Capitol

my love is a lower case, now

a little lower, not towering as high

my

i

is softened, not by the sun as it once was

by tears. salt tears.

dissolving rain-pain-water tears.

i

cry.

and i use up less ink now too

now that my capitol is smaller

and my worry

over U

is stronger

than my

i.