Remember the time you saw the moon rise over the barn?
Its silver glow turned hay into whispers of shadows, dancing.
You and I, two silhouettes lost in the glow, chasing dreams
That were never ours.
Persuade yourself of this truth:
the sound of autumn leaves, click and clack, beneath
a train you never boarded. Their rustling promise whispered
an invitation you still hear.
The smell of ink from letters never sent,
Always catching you off guard in dusty libraries
Where windows frame rain across forgotten words,
Asking you to reconsider the paths so wrongly chosen.
Stand by the old oak, where graffiti grows
Like memories intertwined. A heart, a date, an eternal
Goodbye etched mistakenly deep into the bark.
Begin anew, if only to realize that
the mirror has its own story to tell. The voice it mimics,
the soul it distorts — echoes of
a song played in reverse, urging you to remember
what you never knew.