Memories in Dust

The news plays on, a street I once knew,

the bar where we laughed is gone, something new.

A shiny café in its empty embrace,

my old friend’s text echoes, feels like a race.

Do I want to return, to those crumbling streets,

or leave the past buried beneath new feats?

A faded street sign, rusted at the edges,

half-obscured stories, like unkempt pledges.

Each corner I turned had its share of light,

but now they hold shadows, erasing the night.

The bus rides I took through a city alive,

now drift into silence, where memories dive.

I breathe in the dust, taste laughter and tears,

a city I left behind, lost to the years.