In the quiet corners of my mind,
Whispers of time softly unfold,
Memories etched, never left behind,
Stories in silence, gently retold.
Every laugh, every tear we shared,
Moments fleeting, yet they stay,
In the heart’s chambers, tenderly cared,
Echoes of a time, never to sway.
The scent of rain on a summer’s eve,
The warmth of hands that once held mine,
In dreams, these memories weave,
Threads of a tapestry, divine.
Though years may pass and seasons change,
The past whispers in the night,
In the dance of shadows, they rearrange,
Guiding us with their gentle light.