That old password haunts the dark

That old password haunts the dark,

like a ghost who knows my spark,

letters huddled, numbers cling,

a relic of a forgotten thing.

Sifting through emails, a digital grave,

every username, a memory wave,

I chuckle softly at how it’s true—

that vanished place where I once flew.

The glow of the screen at midnight’s edge,

a lighthouse flickering, my secret pledge,

words stored deep in a password's fold,

whispers of a life I couldn’t uphold.

Yet here I am, in the quiet of this room,

dust and echoes, a ghostly loom,

a password remembered, an account long past,

how time moves on, how things never last.