Stuck in the Shadows

Beneath the dresser, a ticket stub lies,

a faded reminder of laughter and sighs.

Its paper crumpled, a time capsule kept,

where dust motes waltz, and old secrets slept.

Years of neglect, in silence it stayed,

while I rearranged dreams, and memories played.

I reach through the darkness, reclaiming that space,

as I pull it back into the warm light's embrace.