In the quiet corners of a fading room,
Where shadows linger and whispers bloom,
Memories weave a tapestry of light,
Guiding us through the depths of night.

Faces and voices, once so near,
Now echo softly, yet crystal clear,
In dreams they gather, a gentle sigh,
Painting the stars in the velvet sky.

The scent of jasmine in the summer air,
A fleeting touch, a tender stare,
These fragments of a time long past,
In heart and mind, forever cast.

As autumn leaves begin to fall,
And winter’s breath engulfs it all,
These whispers of time softly proclaim,
The love once shared, forever the same.