Today I saw you looking out of your window, chin in hands, your lined face encased in a mop of lackluster gray hair. The old paint coat on your trailer matched the color of your hair, while its shabbiness matched the sadness in your eyes.
I knew why you were sad. The trailer park was deteriorating, families had been leaving, and the place had more wild growth than people. I myself was there to help one of your last neighbors to move out while you were watching.
You must have felt lonely, or worse, abandoned. For others, the trailer park was just a temporary phase, and there was always a future elsewhere. For you, it was the end of the road which you had to live all by yourself.