i exist in a beautiful expanse of history
thousands have been here before
thousands are yet to walk past
but like the aged magnificence, i am left for lonely

abandoned, the only company my wandering mind
and the endless structures of stone
no architected mouths for them to speak
the knowledge they gained from years as backgrounds for great men

ignored except for a glance and fleeting thought
i disappear into the stone
an observer unable to cry out
when the world becomes too busy to hear my small voice

and as the moment draws near and then passes by
i find that my senses had led me astray
my stone comrade held a secret
one that i had to simply let myself know

in this place with a past i was far from lonely
accompanied by the thoughts
left there by men of different times
who had sat under this arch and thought they were alone