Pieces of the past
Keep rising from the earth,
Tiny shards of stories,
Scattered by time,
Buried deep beneath our feet,
Unfinished and unspoken,
Unlike words carved in stone.

The past eludes us,
Silent and hidden,
Gone forever,
Its moments unrepeatable.

Untold stories,
Whispers that may be truth,
Wounds long since buried,
Yet aching still.

Who will uncover these fragments?
The answer is lost, as unclear
As the past itself—
A mystery half-revealed,
A memory half-forgotten.