In the quiet corners of the mind,
Memories gently, softly unwind,
Whispers of days that once were bright,
Illuminate the dark of night.

Faces and places, a time long past,
Moments that seemed too good to last,
They dance like shadows on the wall,
Answering the heart’s silent call.

The laughter shared, the tears we wept,
In the sacred vaults of time are kept,
Each memory a precious thread,
Weaving the tapestry in our head.

Though days ahead may fade and gray,
The echoes of yesterday will stay,
In the sanctuary of our soul,
Forever making us whole.