It's Gone

Quite recently, after a long break from riding the metro to work, circumstances have found me walking the familiar path to the train in the morning. On my morning trek the other day I noticed that finally the rusted piece of metal had disappeared from the spot where it had lain for many a month. I suppose nothing lasts in this world, and indeed part of the beauty of that old metal piece was the ongoing process of its own decay. Nonetheless, it was sad to see it go.