Watching the cars whoosh by,
And the humans observing objects around me,
I wait to be recognized,
To be seen for once.
Maybe its the shade covering me,
Or maybe no one wants to sit down,
But I am never noticed.
No, instead, I am overlooked.
As I am just a lonely bench in the shadows.
The gas of the passing vehicles chokes me
But I stay standing,
Fighting the urge to break down,
To turn into a useless pile of metal.
Then, a girl walks over to me
I am finally noticed!
She glances over my seat,
Gently taps me to hear her pencil ringing against my metal,
To hear my voice.
She ignores everything around her but me.
Then she leaves.
Now I am once again alone.
Just a lonely bench in the shadows.