Hallway Echoes

Dusty lockers creak, as I step through the past,

a flood of familiar, an echo cast.

The smell of old sneakers, the rust of regret,

young faces still linger, but I can’t forget.

I pause at the lockers, a shoe trapped in space,

a relic of laughter, a memory’s trace.

Whispers of crushes and first awkward grins,

this hallway a cradle where growing begins.

The pulse of the crowd, like a heart lost in time,

i’m caught in the rush, in the chaos of rhyme.

Each name a reminder, each glance a refrain,

I carry their echoes, the joy and the pain.