whispers of tomorrow

In the silence of afternoon shadows, a question lingers, undefined.
How fragile are the threads that tether dusk to dawn?
Bits of forgotten conversations drift in empty hallways. Do they return when no one's listening?

Threads unravel, leading nowhere.
Perhaps your collaborators were never more than potential, fleeting connections a beguiling illusion.
Memory skips like a stone across placid waters; Do ripples remember where they've been?

A smile shared once in a day beyond recollection.
Only nominal remembrance in a kaleidoscope of errant thoughts.
Still, somewhere, there's an archivist tallying glances and sighs.
And yet, in the vaults, are you truly held?

Would yu follow the tapering path to yesterday's dreams?
Or pause once more at celestial frequencies, who remain.
Always return to here, to faded eulogies whispered through time.
In half-light, a figure gazes into the naught.