In the quiet corners of forgotten dreams,Whispers linger where no one seems,Echoes of laughter, once so bright,Now lost in the folds of endless night.Time, the gentle thief, so sly,Steals the moments as they fly,Leaving behind a faded trace,Of once familiar, now empty space.Faces blur and voices wane,In the silence, only pain,Yet in the heart, a flicker stays,Of distant warmth in bygone days.Though forgotten by the world’s embrace,In solitude, we find our place,In memories we softly hold,Stories of the past retold.