In the quiet corners of my mind,
Shadows dance with the echoes of time,
Memories unravel, thread by thread,
As the gentle winds of forgetting spread.

The colors of yesterday fade to gray,
Like dusk stealing the brilliance of day,
Faces and voices blur into mist,
In the twilight realm, they cease to exist.

Yet, in this erasure, a tender grace,
A chance to breathe, to find new space,
For in the letting go, we find release,
A whispered promise of inner peace.

So let the past recede, like an ebbing tide,
Embrace the unknown with arms open wide,
For in forgetting, new dreams take flight,
In the canvas of night, stars ignite bright.