In shadows of the fading light,
Memories slip through fingers tight.
The echoes of what used to be,
Now lost in the vast, endless sea.

The heart once held a vibrant hue,
Now whispers of a past we knew.
Fragments dance on the breeze,
Carrying tales that time will seize.

Gentle winds erase the trace,
Of moments that we can’t embrace.
In the quiet of the night,
They vanish softly out of sight.

Yet, in the silence, there’s a peace,
A gentle promise of release.
Forgetting is the soul’s gentle art,
To mend and heal a weary heart.