In the gentle hush of a fading day,
Old friends gather, stories on their lips.
Time weaves its tapestry of gold and gray,
As laughter dances from heart to fingertips.

The echoes of youth in their eyes reside,
Memories like leaves in the autumn breeze.
With every shared glance, worlds collide,
A symphony of the past that never ceases.

Through trials and triumphs, they stood as one,
Bound by threads of love and fiery dreams.
In silent moments beneath the setting sun,
They find solace in the whispering streams.

As the night enfolds them in its gentle embrace,
Old friends remain, steadfast and true.
In the silence, they find their sacred space,
Where time is but a tale that they once knew.