In the quiet chambers of my mind,
Echoes of laughter softly unwind,
Memories dance in gentle sway,
Whispers of a long-past day.
Through the corridors of time I tread,
Tracing the paths where we once led,
Stars that shone in the night sky,
Fading not, though years drift by.
Every shadow holds a story told,
Every breeze a secret, bold,
Carrying scents of a world we knew,
In every drop of morning dew.
Though the present unfolds its new tale,
The past remains a cherished veil,
A tapestry woven with love and light,
Guiding hearts through endless night.