Visited my old neighborhood and wandered around.
Sat by a familiar bench, its edges blurred by time's quiet hands,
With an old friend, watching shadows stretch long like memories, thinking,
We were right here, us the same, but a decade ago.
For a moment, I swear-
the air felt lighter, the world softer,
as if time had bent backward, just for us.
...
But only for a moment.