A cat's meow
Before the rain
Forgotten conversations
"A Tuesday in March," she said,
As if recollecting a childhood tale.
Shadows shift
On the wall of an empty room.
Dust dances,
In the silent spotlight of a forgotten window.
The sound of an old clock
Ticking away
Fragmented dreams
Engraved on aging wallpaper.
"Remember the blue door?"
"I always thought it was green..."
"Or maybe yellow?"
Open curtains,
Closed minds.
A time lost
Between echoes and whispers.