In the quiet whispers of a fading day,
Shadows of the past begin to sway.
Echoes of laughter once so clear,
Now dissolve, and disappear.

Through the corridors of a restless mind,
Fragments of yesterdays we struggle to find.
Faces blur, names slip away,
As the heart learns to forget and stray.

Time, the gentle thief, with a subtle touch,
Steals the moments we cherished so much.
Leaves us with a hollow, aching void,
Where once vibrant memories enjoyed.

Yet in the silence of a new dawn’s light,
We find peace in forgetting, taking flight.
Embracing the present, letting go of the past,
In the art of forgetting, we’re free at last.