Once in the hall where whispers formed shadows
she noted a sound unbound by memory.
You turned, faced the walls that held lifetimes
yet crumbled under the weight of unsaid things.
Echoes linger until you forget their names.
Find more echoes...?
The taste of rust; velvet replaced.
Rusty gates creak their sorrow to the wind,
velvet drapes eroded to dust without touch.
Beneath the weight of bygone seasons,
forget the names, the seasons' names.
Breathe ghost stories