In the quiet corners of a wandering mind,
Echoes of yesteryears softly unwind,
Fragments of laughter, shadows of pain,
Lost in the mist, like tears in the rain.

Once vibrant tales now blurred and gray,
As moments of clarity slowly fade away,
Faces familiar, yet names elude,
A heart that remembers, a mind subdued.

The gentle touch of a hand once known,
A distant melody, a whispered tone,
Through the haze, a flicker of light,
A fleeting glimpse in the endless night.

Yet in the silence, love remains true,
A bond unbroken, tender and new,
For though the memories may drift and wane,
The soul remembers, beyond the pain.