Nostalgia

I walk the streets where echoes live, Shadows of the days we had to give. Every window holds a piece of time, Every whisper feels like it was mine. The night remembers, the sky still knows, The way your voice would soften and glow. Take me back, just one more night, To the glow of the fading light. In the silence, I still find— Your memory plays like a song in my mind. (Oh, nostalgia… carrying me home.) The photographs are worn and thin, But the feelings rush like they begin. Laughter lingers, gentle as rain, Sweet reminders of joy and pain. Time can’t steal the way it felt, In the quiet, your warmth still dwells. Take me back, just one more night, To the glow of the fading light. In the silence, I still find— Your memory plays like a song in my mind. (Oh, nostalgia… carrying me home.)