A Poem For 9/11

Abandoned

And so it sits and waits for her
As it does most days
There in the parking lot
But she is not coming

Under the empty blue sky
Sun beating down on metal and glass
It waits for her return
But she is not coming

Each train glides into the station
Brimming with people
Returning from a long day
But she is not coming

The Sun moves across the sky
Its rays grow longer by the hour
And still it cannot realize
That she is not coming

Day passes into night
The trains only trickle in now
And she is not among the riders
Because she is not coming

And the days now pass
Until finally they come and tow it away
It waited and waited and waited
But she never came

-- For all those who did not come home.