Whispered Echoes

I remember that tune, strummed on a rusted guitar, beneath a streetlamp sputtering out its last glow. Fragment of dusk

Melody of the morning coffee shop, where words spilled to the floor like spilled dreams. Unheard chorus

Beneath the surface, rain pattering against the window, a song spoke of longing it dared not name. Invisible refrain

All the songs we left unsung, lingering in the corners. Echoes of forgotten lullabies. Notes lost in alleys, swept away by the day.