Memories in a Fleeting Moment
The teacup on the old wooden table
holds time gone cold
The steam has long since faded
The dregs settle with the past
Sunlight slants through the blinds
cutting light and shadow across the floor
Those patches of light seem familiar
They are the shape of a dream I chased as a child
The old mailbox by the street stands silent
Its green paint is peeling
An unsent letter lies hidden in my heart
Its handwriting grows fainter with the years
The bus pauses briefly at the stop
Passengers come and go
Amid this ever-flowing sea of people
I catch glimpses of days gone by
In a fleeting moment, memories flutter like butterflies
softly beating their wings
On this ordinary afternoon
they stir waves in the sea of my heart
