The deafening roars and screaming echoes of the metro as it races by.
The sound of its passing almost rhythmic-
As if imitating the melody of a beating heart.
It’s a familiar sound; and yet today, somehow feels different.
Stranger to me than the dull glow of the yellow-stained lamplight that hangs overhead.
Stranger than my broken reflection in the half-glossed concrete floor that rests below my feet
In this place that oddly feels smaller than I last remembered.
It’s been two years since I’ve sat on this worn wooden bench-
That seems to have only gotten worse with the passing of days.
Two years since I’ve sat in such an eerie, hollow silence.
This place didn’t use to be so empty.
But I suppose many things can come to pass in the course of two years.
All I have now are memories;
A final vestige of what use to be.
Because two years ago this was a different place,
And I was a different person.

Do you remember?