Time has taken everything away
Except the wind that fills the walls with forgotten echoes
Of a child’s laughter and the aroma of roses
That once bloomed in the spring

The colorful tiles
Playing the game tic-tac-toe
A different winner each time

At the hair salon
Choices to make, left and right
Just a pump away

In the middle of nowhere
Its secrets safe behind a lock
What, then, is so important?