There are places I return to in my mind streets where laughter once echoed faces that time has softened but never erased. The past lingers like a favorite melody familiar and bittersweet each memory thread woven into the fabric of who am. Though life carried me forward scattering loved ones autumn leaves love I’ve known remains untouched by distance or time. And quiet moments when world slows find them again—not as ghosts fragments story still unfolding within me.