In the quiet corridors of the mind,
Where echoes of laughter softly fade,
A gentle thief walks with tender steps,
Stealing moments once brightly displayed.

Forgotten faces, like shadows drift,
Names and stories slip through the cracks,
Yet in the heart, a flame still flickers,
Holding on to love, despite the lacks.

The days blend into a seamless haze,
Time unravels its delicate thread,
Yet amidst the confusion and fear,
There lingers a warmth, softly widespread.

In the silence, whispers of the past,
Echo through the chambers of the soul,
Though memories may slowly depart,
Love remains, a timeless, gentle goal.