Once vivid scenes now blur in twilight’s grasp,
Faces and names, they slip away like sand,
A mind once sharp, now dulled and lost,
Wandering through a fog, no guiding hand.

Echoes of laughter, whispers of old,
Lingering in shadows, stories untold,
The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
Familiar yet foreign, in this quiet place.

Moments of clarity, brief and bright,
Like stars that pierce the darkest night,
Then swiftly fading, leaving naught,
But whispers of what time forgot.

In the silence, love remains,
A beacon through the foggy plains,
Though memories fade, the heart still knows,
The warmth of love, forever glows.