The lamp flickers in the empty hall, VHS haze veils every wall. Familiar shapes where no one calls, Old quiet days, beyond recall. A scent of years drifts through the air, Sweet memory, yet empty there. I reach for moments once so fair, They slip like mist into thin air. This nostalgic ache won’t cease, Familiar space, uneasy peace. I linger in time’s border lease, Holding ghosts of long-gone ease.