"Suspended in stillness, the past holds its breath, waiting for footsteps that may never return."
Faded doors guard stories unspoken
Numbers whisper truths that once were awoken
Polished floors reflect the ghosts of the past
Dim lights flicker like shadows that cast
Two chairs linger in a moment of grace
Suspended in silence they hold an embrace
Eerie echoes dance in the hush of the hall
Awaiting the warmth of the life's gentle call.
