What’s left of the past

memories linger
like whispers in the wind
faded photographs
and worn-out letters
echoes of laughter
and tears long gone
what’s left of the past
but fragments of time

a dusty attic
filled with forgotten treasures
mementos of love
and sorrow intertwined
the ghosts of yesterday
still haunt these walls
what’s left of the past
but echoes of life