I cuddle up inside my thoughts,
thinking about old times.
The quiet hum of memory
drapes over me like a worn blanket.
Faces flicker in the dim corners of my mind,
some smiling,some silent,
some already fading.

The air feels still,
like the pause between pages,
where nothing moves
but the weight of remembering.
I do not speak-
the past has no need for words.
Only the soft echo of footsteps I once followed.

Outside,
the world continues its forward dance,
but here,in the hush of my mind,
I sit with ghosts who never left.
And they are gentle with me tonight.