The fluorescent buzz fills the air with dread

The fluorescent buzz fills the air with dread,

shadows of memories whisper and tread.

Stepping inside, the walls peel and weep,

a hallway of faces, old promises steep.

I catch a reflection, a figure I know,

a glance, and they vanish, like smoke in the glow.

Each step carries whispers of laughter and pain,

a journey forgotten, etched deep in the grain.