In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows of the past reside,
I find the whispers of our love,
Echoing through the corridors of time.

The gentle touch of your hand,
A tender breath upon my skin,
Each moment etched in memory,
A tapestry of where we’ve been.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
We danced to the rhythm of our hearts,
Each beat a promise, each step a vow,
To never let our love depart.

Now as I walk these empty halls,
Your presence lingers, close yet far,
In every breath, in every sigh,
Our memories of love are never marred.