A Ghost of a Password

Digging through pages, a relic I seek,

words formed a fortress, now faded and weak.

A password I recall from a life long gone by,

it hangs like a shadow, a ghost passing by.

Each letter, a whisper of moments now lost,

a key to my past, no matter the cost.

I ponder the secrets it held in that space,

as I close the old notebook, and dream of its face.