Waiting at the stop they tore down in '09

I'm standing at the old 42 stop, the one they pulled out when they rerouted everything through the mall. The shelter's gone but the bench is still there, and I'm just waiting. No bus is coming — hasn't come in years — but I'm not late for anything, and somehow that's the whole point. The city keeps on moving somewhere else, and I keep being here, and the quiet feels less like loss and more like staying.