How far is Sympathy from Pity?

Waiting for words to drop
and fly like leaves to me
on the days when the wind revolves around
a few steps forward
from where you stand. I sit, thinking;
to have yourself left behind
for the sake of something like the sky
wishing it was still pink, purple
and orange like it was before
it was blue again. Dreaming of grays filling
the clouds and that somewhat darker
part of yourself
was just another wish
too.