
Yesterday Waits Behind the Station Clock
Faded Photographs of Our First Summer
Someone Still Remembers That Old Address
Letters Tied With a Faded Ribbon
Back When the Streetcars Ran Late
Your Handwriting Has Not Changed Much
Sepia Afternoons in a Familiar Town
Returning to the Cinema We Loved
Those Were the Windows You Opened
Rain Falls on a Forgotten Year
Almost Young Again for a Moment
Tickets Kept From Our Last Journey
Time Slips Through the Antique Doorway
Once We Knew These Streets Together
Dust Gathers Where Your Portrait Stood
Long Ago Feels Close This Evening
Names Carved Into the Schoolyard Bench
Somewhere Our Younger Selves Are Waiting
Goodbye Written on the Final Postcard
Nothing Ages Quite Like a Memory