Reflections of What Was

In the late hours, the road stretches empty,

and I drive past ghosts that haunt the night,

a flicker in the glass catches my eye,

a rusted car, shadows of laughter once shared,

it whispers like a sweet song of old,

echoes of friends who roamed these streets.

Faces blend with the lights, an ephemeral blur,

remnants of time swirl, a collage of moments,

I search the darkness for clarity, for truth,

my pulse quickens, heart aching to recall,

as the world drifts by, I wish for those hours,

to linger, to slip back, if just for a breath.