Tucked in the drawer a lanyard awaits

Tucked in the drawer, a lanyard awaits,

faded and frayed, where nostalgia sedates.

My school ID dangles like a whispering thread,

connecting me to moments, now long left unsaid.

Memories of laughter, of friends by my side,

of lockers and classrooms where dreams could abide.

It hangs there, reminding me of who I once was,

a tether to youth, before life made its laws.

The edges are tattered, but still hold their sway,

like echoes of moments that never decay.

I hold it in silence, a token of past,

a glimpse of the life that feels over too fast.