In the quiet whispers of the autumn breeze,
Lies a tale of memories fading with ease.
The gentle art of forgetting begins,
As moments slip through like whispered sins.

Time, the healer of wounds unseen,
Erases shadows where pain has been.
In the tapestry woven by days gone by,
We find solace in the lost, the reasons why.

Faces once dear now blur to mist,
In dreams they dance, in daylight missed.
The heart learns to release its hold,
On stories once fervently told.

Yet in the silence of the night,
Echoes of the past still take flight.
The gentle art of forgetting, a bittersweet song,
Where memories fade but love stays strong.