In the quiet corners of a wandering mind,
Memories fade like shadows at dusk,
Faces and names, once vivid and kind,
Drift away, leaving just a wisp of musk.

The echoes of laughter, the warmth of a smile,
Now mere phantoms in a foggy haze,
Time plays tricks, it holds and beguiles,
Turning vibrant life into a maze.

Gentle hands and caring hearts try,
To anchor the soul in a sea of gray,
Yet the currents of time swiftly fly,
Pulling the mind further away.

But in the heart, love remains pure,
A beacon shining through the mist,
Though memories falter, love will endure,
In every embrace, every kiss.