In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
Lies a name once spoken, now held by the dust.
Echoes of laughter, stories untold,
In forgotten alleys, memories rust.
Once vibrant colors fade to gray,
In the tapestry of time, threads unwind.
Gentle whispers lost in the breeze,
A fading portrait in the back of the mind.
The heart still beats in silent refrain,
Longing for whispers that no longer call.
Yet in the silence, a gentle embrace,
A reminder that once, we were all.
Stars above that silently weep,
Guard secrets of the forgotten and free.
In the dance of time, we all shall pass,
But in the heart, forever weâll be.