Whispers of Yesteryear

In a quiet house where laughter lived, Now only echoes of what we’d give. Each corner holds a fading trace, Of fleeting moments we can’t replace. Photographs in dusty frames, Whisper secrets of forgotten names. We chased the twilight, hearts so bold, In a world that felt like purest gold. Now I stand in the stillness here, Yearning for the days once near. When every heartbeat was a song, And innocence felt right, not wrong. Through empty streets where we once ran, Each step a ghost of a fleeting plan. We danced on paths where dreams took flight, In a time before the endless night. With every breath, I feel the loss, Of what we built, of what it cost. Yet in the silence, I can find, The essence of the ties that bind. Now I stand in the stillness here, Yearning for the days once near. When every heartbeat was a song, And innocence felt right, not wrong. So I hold onto the dreams we made, Though time has passed and colors fade. The heart remembers what it knows, In echoes of a time that flows.