Lost Connections

An attic’s dust clings, each breath a rough heave,

as I clear out the boxes of names I deceive.

A phone book forgotten, yellowed and worn,

it holds all the echoes of friendship now torn.

Faded inscriptions, each name whispers guilt,

connections neglected, like shadows they wilt.

What once felt eternal now slips through my hands,

like grains of sand from forgotten, lost lands.

So I ponder the faces, the laughter now lost,

a weight on my heart, but what’s worth the cost?