In the quiet corners of my mind, they reside,
Shadows of days that have long passed by,
Whispers of laughter and tears intertwined,
Echoes of moments that never truly die.

Golden sunrises over fields of green,
Dancing in the meadows where we once were seen,
Memories painted in hues so serene,
Forever etched in the heart’s unseen screen.

The touch of a hand, the warmth of a smile,
Footsteps that walked with us for a while,
Faces now distant, across many a mile,
Yet in our dreams, they still beguile.

Time moves forward, as it always must,
But in its wake, we place our trust,
That the past, though gone, is never just dust,
For in our hearts, it’s forever just.