Alone

Alone
by Tatiana

Alone. Alone at-last. Or, at least that is how I felt at first. I used to be attractive to so many, but now, all I see are two people here and there walking past my gates. I was a highly visited hotspot where you could come and have fun and scream when the ball went soaring. I was the reason subways would crowd once or twice a week. I was a packed house, so packed that when the home team did well, you could hear the fans screaming in excitement. I was the reason bars near me got so much traffic, especially during the season. I miss that! I miss the team of workers that made this place function. I miss the opening and closing of the gates before and after each game, but now it seems that I have no clue if my gates will even open next season. I do not like all this uncertainty. My place housed so many jobs for people and gave people something to look forward to after a hard day’s work. My place brought families together, but now I am just…EMPTY. Empty of noise, empty of families, empty of the home team, empty of all joy…That I hope for in this coming season. Who am I? Nationals Park!