Fleeting Whispers

Remember the coffee stain?
The laughter fades.
Fingers crossed under the table.
Sunsets watched from rooftops.
A whispered name, unreturned.
Time spilled like sand.
Echoes of a phone call.
A teardrop on faded pages.
Worn-out shoes on cracked pavement.

How is one to navigate?

Each choice, a different path.

Paths intertwine, memories lost.

Continue into the unknown... Or trace the forgotten sounds.