Reflections of What Was

I found it buried beneath layers of dust,

a chrome lighter, tarnished, yet gleaming bright.

A relic of moments, of laughter and trust,

reflecting the sun like a sliver of light.

Memories etched in its polished embrace,

a touch that feels distant, yet close to my face.

It speaks of connections, of nights full of fire,

when hope was a flicker, and dreams were desire.

But now it sits quiet, a ghost in the drawer,

a reminder of things I can’t quite restore.

With every glint, it brings back a song,

of moments now vanished, where I still belong.