It was a while ago. A Tuesday with nothing to do,
When the sun hung lazy in a sky painted blue.
Memories dance like shadows on the walls,
Whispering secrets in old, empty halls.
The air was thick with the scent of the past,
Moments unspoken, slipping too fast.
Time moved slow, like a river of glass,
Reflecting faces that no longer pass.
Children’s laughter, a song in the breeze,
Echoes of joy in the rustling leaves.
Footsteps of friends now distant and gone,
Leaving behind the trace of a dawn.
Windows wide open to the September light,
Catching the dreams as they took flight.
A whisper of promise, a hint of a sigh,
As the day faded into the evening sky.
Books left unread, stories untold,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold.
The calendar marked a date now resigned,
A Tuesday forgotten, a moment in time.
It was a while ago. A Tuesday with nothing to do,
Yet it lingers, a fragment, a clue.
September 14th, a day like no other,
Wrapped in the silence of memories to uncover.