In the quiet whispers of bygone days,
Where laughter and tears were freely shared,
We built our castles in the sand,
With dreams that reached beyond the stars.

Through the corridors of memory we walk,
Hand in hand, though miles apart,
The echoes of our laughter ring,
In the chambers of each other’s hearts.

Seasons change and time moves on,
Yet the essence of our bond remains,
Like a well-worn book on a dusty shelf,
Always cherished, never forgotten.

Old friends, we are the keepers,
Of stories that time cannot erase,
In the tapestry of our lives,
We are threads that never fray.