Metaphor: Nostalgic Pathways

The sound of footsteps.

Faint echoes linger.

Once there was a garden.

Now, only shadows.

Whispers in the breeze

The sky remembers.

Stars that never were

Touch, but do not grasp.

The hand of a ghost.

Faint silhouettes

The path diverges.

Once familiar.

Your memory etches deeper.