VeronikaJ — Echo of Yesterday

The clock, it stumbles through the night,
hands trembling in the fading light.
Shadows whisper, soft and low,
where do the lost hours go?
Echoes of yesterday, they call my name.
A broken melody, it feels the same.
Every step I take, they pull me back,
to echoes of yesterday, where the sky turned black.
A photograph with edges worn,
a memory that's weathered and torn.