In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where stars blink softly in the sky,
Memories dissolve like morning mist,
Slipping through fingers, they bid goodbye.

The echoes of laughter, once so clear,
Now murmur faintly, distant and shy,
Time wraps them in its gentle embrace,
As shadows of the past slowly fly.

Faces once vivid begin to blur,
Names like fallen leaves on the breeze,
In the garden of forgotten dreams,
They rest among the silent trees.

Yet in the heart, a tender trace,
Of moments cherished, never erased,
Though the mind may let them go,
In the soul, they quietly glow.