I walk the halls of yesterday, where echoes linger, slow and grey.
Each corner hums a quiet song, of all I lost and held too long.
The photographs stare back at me, their smiles are a mask of memory. I reach for hands that slipped away, for words I never got to say.
The clock moves on, but I remain, a shadow tethered to the pain.
The laughter fades, the tears run dry, and I am left beneath the sky.
Yet in this still, the past breathes near, it whispers both hope and fear.
I find my heart between the years, in broken joys and hidden tears.
And though I linger, caught, confined, a tender strength begins to bind.
Alone in past, yet not undone, I carry both the loss and the sun.
