In the silence of a fading dawn,
Whispers of the past softly call,
Memories like shadows, gently drawn,
In corners where the heart may fall.
Through the corridors of time’s embrace,
Echoes of laughter linger still,
Yet in the void, a vacant space,
Where once a warmth did fill.
The winds of change, relentless, cold,
Carry away moments of gold,
Yet in their wake, stories retold,
In whispers that never grow old.
In the heart’s quiet, sacred place,
The essence of what once was stays,
Through tears that trace a gentle lace,
Love endures beyond the days.