Cobblestones in twilight tone
Held the rhythm once your own
Wind traced echoes through the air
Soft as childhood’s open stare
Shopfronts whispered names gone by
Evening draped its dusty sky
Memory gathered near the gate
Fate revisited its state
Footsteps did not rush or hide
Long-ago walked at your side
Streets retain each humble stride
Time attends what hearts confide
Return does not demand rewind
Come to see not to bind
Streets remember—gently so
Past walks with you where you go