Shadows drift, whispering forgotten tales
Paths intertwine, yet no one walks
Dust, once vibrant, settles quietly on asphalt veins
Forgotten, yet here waiting still

Junction 12
A sign swings, letters erased
Mist descends, embracing the cold
Time halts briefly, ever so cruelly
Silence amplifies, echoing through
Lines of confusion and grace

Generation upon generation
Presences linger briefly
Stars forgotten in the decay
Uncertain slips
Always