In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where memories fade and shadows blend,
A whisper of what was left behind,
In forgotten echoes that never mend.

The pages turn, but who will read
The tales etched in the silent dust?
Where dreams once bloomed like a vibrant seed,
Now lie in remnants of broken trust.

Yet in the stillness, a lingering trace,
A shadow dances in twilight’s glow,
Of a name once spoken with gentle grace,
Now lost in time’s unyielding flow.

But even as the world moves on,
And the past dissolves in fading light,
The heart remembers what was once strong,
In the quiet longing of the endless night.