In the quiet shadows where memories dwell,
Echoes of laughter linger, softly they tell,
Of moments once held in the warmth of day,
Now distant whispers that slowly fade away.

The gentle touch of yesterday’s embrace,
Leaves an imprint of love that time can’t erase,
Yet in the silence, loneliness finds its way,
To weave a tapestry of night from the threads of day.

The stars above, they shimmer with a mournful glow,
Guiding the heart to places it yearns to go,
But the path is veiled in the mist of yesteryears,
Where dreams are painted with the brush of tears.

In the garden of loss, where memories bloom,
Each petal a story, each fragrance a room,
To wander through the echoes of what used to be,
Finding solace in the whispers of eternity.