The streets we walked on in the days of our youth
Still speak of the fables of a love long lost
The shadows of our whispers still linger at the corners
And the ghosts of our laughter still haunt the dark

Ever since you, I have laughed many laughs
Sprinkled fairy-dust on the shadows of the past
Yet the streets still creak under the burden of old times
And my memories still reek of the melody of unsung chimes

- Her Stories