Walking Down Memory Lane Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The air feels heavy here,
thick with whispers of what was.
Each step stirs the dust of old laughter,
fragments of a voice,
a smile suspended in time.

Leaves curl around forgotten paths,
their rustling a language I used to know.
Faces appear in the corners of my vision,
familiar yet unreachable,
as if they too are caught in the haze.

I pass a tree that once held secrets,
its bark scarred with initials
that have outlived their meaning.
A swing sways lightly,
though no one pushes it now.

Memory bends and shifts,
turning sharp edges soft,
etching joy and ache in equal measure.
I walk on,
carrying the weight of it all,
but somehow, lighter.