Forgotten Corners

Climbing the ladder, dust swirls in the light,

a chill in the air, memories lie still,

old boxes stacked high, shadows dance out of sight,

every corner a whisper, the quiet, the thrill.

The smell of mothballs, a time gone by,

tucked in the crevices, secrets reside,

where echoes of laughter, of dreams that still fly,

hang heavy in the air, nowhere to hide.

I step on the floorboards, they creak with a sigh,

remnants of youth call to parts of my heart,

what's left in the attic, just dust in my eye?

I linger a moment, then wander apart.