A Street Called Yesterday

A Street Called Yesterday

There’s a street that time forgot to map,

Its lamps still glow a yellow hue,

The cobbles hum beneath your steps,

And whisper all you ever knew.

I wandered there one fog-thick night,

When rain had blurred the city’s tone,

Each echo felt like something lost,

Each shadow spoke in voices known.

I passed old doors I used to knock,

Each one a tale, each wall a friend

though I walked for what seemed hours,

The street refused to find its end.

Then from a window, soft and low,

I heard a laugh I knew by name,

I turned and saw a younger me,

Before the fire, before the flame.

He looked at me with open eyes And asked,

Did we become the man we dreamed?

I tried to speak, but words were gone,

Like leaves the autumn winds had gleaned.

And just like that, the night grew still,

The lamps went out, the echoes died,

The street was gone, the rain had stopped,

And yesterday slipped from my side.