In the quiet moments, thoughts slip away,
Like whispers of wind on a cloudy day.
Faces once familiar, now shadows in the mist,
The heart aches for the past, moments missed.
The mind, a labyrinth of forgotten dreams,
Echoes of laughter, distant as it seems.
Each day, a puzzle with missing pieces,
As time’s cruel hand silently increases.
Love remains, though memories may flee,
A gentle touch, a soft melody.
We hold on to fragments, bits of the past,
Hoping that some memories will last.
Though the journey is tough, we stand by your side,
With love and patience, as our guide.
In the twilight of memories, we find our way,
Together we’ll face each fading day.