In the quiet corners where shadows fall,
Lies the echo of voices once so near,
A gentle touch, a tender call,
Now faded into whispers unclear.

With every dawn, memories unfold,
Like leaves that dance in the autumn breeze,
Their stories in silence, quietly told,
In moments of stillness, they find release.

The heart carries weights of unspoken pain,
In the solitude of nights, it weeps,
For the laughter lost in the gentle rain,
And the promises time never keeps.

Yet in the garden of memories we tend,
Bloom the flowers of love that never fade,
In every tear, a message we send,
Of the bonds that even time can’t evade.