In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
Whispers of the past begin to trace,
Shadows dance on the walls of time,
Each memory a rhythm, a silent chime.

A laughter shared, a tear once shed,
Echoes of words left unsaid,
Moments frozen in a tender hold,
Stories of yesterdays quietly told.

The scent of rain on summer’s grass,
The first light of dawn, a fleeting pass,
Embers of a fire now dimmed and still,
Yet in our hearts, they always will.

For in the realm where memories reside,
Love and loss walk side by side,
A tapestry woven, threads intertwined,
In the fabric of our souls, forever enshrined.