Not long ago 

An echo

Ten or eleven years 

Or maybe even twenty 

The soft sigh of yesterday says hi

Brushes by

Stings while it sings 

Reminding you of everything 

Every grandeur 

Every mirage 

Every moment 

As the fog dissipates 

The findings remain 

Relics in time 

Stitched on the soul 

This world . . . 

So brief 

So beautiful 

Like a smile and a laugh 

Like a song and a lyric 

Like unfinished stories 

In an unfinished life 

With so many melodies 

Soaring alongside of me 

Until I let them drift away at 1:14 AM

(Photo by Jose Mieres on Unsplash)