In the quiet corridors of a fading mind,
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
Faces once familiar, now lost in the mist,
A lone soul wanders, searching for the past.

Time, a relentless thief, steals away,
Moments cherished, now shadows in the dark,
Words once spoken, now echoes of silence,
A heart beats softly, yearning for recall.

Love’s tender touch, a distant recollection,
Eyes that once sparkled, now clouded with doubt,
The world turns slowly, a blur of confusion,
Yet within, a spark of life still glows.

Hold them close, these fragile fragments,
For in the whisper of forgotten days,
Lives a story of enduring grace,
A testament to love that never fades.