Perspective Poetry Prompt

The building, no longer standing tall. The people who have passed in and out, and the tragedies it has seen over the decades. It's odd, trying to describe the changes. Part of you sees it how it used to be, and the other part notices it's new flaws. The sound of protesters surrounds you, as you stare into the building. The second window from the left, on the fourth level. You remember what it was like looking out of that window. Together.  This is all you have left. From the moment you saw him get on the plane, to the moment you received the news. You take off your cap, and reminisce.