time ages everything that stands still
greyhound station sits like a tired sigh
its benches creak under invisible weight
dreams once waited here, now forgotten
dust gathers where laughter used to land
windows wear grime like second skin
posters curl into themselves, stories fading
the walls hum a tune only silence knows
buses no longer pause to greet the past
their wheels spin towards brighter futures
but here, where time holds its breath
memories linger like stubborn shadows
this station, neither living nor dead
a museum for moments that won’t return
and yet, the hearts of those who pass
still ache softly for what once was here
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good write, enjoyed the read
Thanks Norman
you are most welcome
Ah Gray you have most poetically caught the spirit of past dreams and journeys in an old bus station and with such great images and metaphor left it haunted. A beautiful and nostalgic piece that is a fave. Your writing has truly grown in its depth and polish since I have first know you
Thanks Soren I appreciate you
You are most welcome Gray
Vivid and sharp. You bring this to life.
Thank you
Thank you brother
Beautiful walk down memory lane. Excellent write. Thanks for sharing!!
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