In an abandoned building
With faded faces and half forgotten names,
We were once here before,
But now, we’re just a memory, a passing thought.
Can the building still remember,
That we were here, once upon a time?
Or has it all faded away, like a dream in the night?
As I stand here, listening to the sigh of the tide,
From nearby beaches fifty feet down,
I can’t help but wonder,
What stories this building could tell, if it had a voice.
Looking out at the silhouette of the city,
Across the ocean, so far away,
I feel a sense of nostalgia,
For a time that I can never go back to.
But even though we’re just memories now,
This building, this place, will always hold a special meaning,
For those who were once here before,
And for those who will come after us, seeking their own memories.
