The Yearbook Poem

In pages bound with silent grace,
We find the echoes of a place,
Where laughter bloomed and time stood still,
In classrooms, fields, and windowsills.

Each name a thread, each photo light,
A snapshot of a fleeting flight.
Friendships penned in shaky lines,
Hearts preserved in scribbled signs.

The bell has rung, the halls grown bare,
Yet here, our moments linger there.
A yearbook’s touch, a soft refrain,
Of who we were, and might remain.