A forgotten scrapyard, scattered with rusting carcasses,
shattered glass, loose parts still clinging to purpose,
and the thick scent of oil hanging in the air.
Only later do you feel it;
the lives these cars have carried,
the laughter, the heartbreak,
the crashes, the quiet miles between home and elsewhere.
Even cast aside, some still await
another chance to move,
another road to remember.
© Enisoor
