I didn't notice time
until everything began to change—
when color quietly left the day,
and the world forgot how to shimmer.
The room I grew up in is quiet now,
the air dull and still.
I was once cheerful,
but now I feel hollow.
I miss when time felt slow,
not running away.
I miss the reflection of that playful, happy kid—
I remember it,
but it's not the same.
Nostalgia lingers in the corners of my mind,
like shadows.
It follows me every day.
I still stand here,
but the moment is gone.