With Painted Words

Times of Change

by Meghan Feldman

So many footsteps once echoed here.

Voices once rose, swirling, to the skies.

Busy people doing busy things.

Whistles wailed, tracks screeched.

 

This old cement street was once littered

With bits of peoples’ stories,

Their tickets, wallets, posters.

 

 The ever-undulating crowds now replaced with silence.

For people have moved on, leaving weeds and dust bunnies

to drift about the station.

 

Leaving what they once were

to become something new.

And leaving me,

Alone,

Waiting.

 

Remember what I was?

Just look at me now.