The Echoes of Yesterday

The city's streets are a maze of forgotten faces
Where strangers pass like ghosts, their stories untold
I wander through the crowds, lost in my own thoughts
Trying to recall the fragments of a life once lived

The scent of coffee wafts through the air, a familiar smell
But like the taste of childhood, it's lost in time's haze
I'm left with only echoes, whispers of what's past
And the ache of longing for something more

In this urban landscape, I'm just a fleeting glance
A moment's distraction from the hustle and bustle
I'm searching for a connection, a thread to cling to
But like the sand between my fingers, it slips away