Spotting a Relic

They’re tearing down a building;

All that’s left’s the concrete frame.

You can see the ceilings and the spots

That windows used to claim.

 

It was once a home to many -

Don’t know how or why folks left.

Maybe some received a buyout;

Others might have been bereft.

 

When I pass the site each morning

And I note this empty shell,

It is hard to see it as a place

Where people used to dwell.

 

Still today, beneath a window,

Or where one once seemed to go,

Was an add-on A/C unit

And that let the whole world know

 

That, though soon there’d be a building

With apartments, bright and new,

It’s replacing homes where lives were lived;

Acknowledgment is due.