In the quiet of the evening’s glow, memories start to play,
A dance of light and shadow, as the past comes out to stay.
Whispers of a time once dear, now drift upon the breeze,
Echoes of our laughter, carried softly through the trees.

The days of joy and sorrow, now blend into a song,
A melody of moments, where our hearts once did belong.
Fleeting as the twilight, yet forever etched in mind,
These fragments of our yesteryears, in dreams we often find.

The gentle rustle of the leaves, reminds me of your voice,
A tender, distant murmur, that makes my heart rejoice.
Though time has woven distance, and years have come and passed,
The essence of those cherished days, in memory will last.

So as the stars begin to twinkle, and night embraces day,
I hold onto these fragments, in a most profound way.
For though the world keeps turning, and new days come to be,
The shadows of our memories, will always stay with me.