In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where old memories silently reside,
I find echoes of days left behind,
In shadows where past and present collide.

The fragrance of a summer’s breeze,
Whispers tales of youthful delight,
And in the rustling of the trees,
I hear your laughter in the night.

Time has woven its intricate threads,
Binding moments to the fabric of my soul,
Yet in the tapestry of what is said,
Your presence remains, forever whole.

As the stars paint the evening sky,
I cherish the memories that never fade,
For in the depth of every sigh,
Lives the essence of the times we made.