Abandoned Lot
They used to come to me often
Eager to get out of their cars and watch the sun set
i was the hangout spot
i was loved, respected
they kept me clean and never trashed me
then one day, they all left
i cried for days, weks, nights
i had no one
i had been abandoned
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