In the quiet of the night, memories unfold,
Echoes of laughter, stories retold.
Faces and voices from days gone by,
In the stillness, they softly lie.

The scent of autumn, the summer breeze,
Moments captured, time seems to freeze.
Footsteps on a path once walked,
In our minds, we hear them talk.

Through the veil of time, we see,
The essence of what used to be.
Fleeting glimpses, shadows cast,
Holding on to the precious past.

As the dawn of a new day breaks,
And the world around us wakes,
In our hearts, they remain,
Whispering stories time and again.