After the Memories Fade
A quiet echo through the rain-streaked pane, A sense of absence, a lingering pain. Yet somewhere deep, where shadows softly play, The fragments gather, come what may. Familiar faces shift and rise like mist, Their once sharp edges now a gentle tryst With fading light, a softened, hazy view, Their pictures blur behind my weary view. Time moves on, its steady, relentless flight, Softly stealing the vibrant hues of light From yesterday, erasing line by line, Leaving a sketch, a feeling undefined. Yet whispers linger, faint but fiercely true, Like melodies the heart remembers through The muffling years, etched in a silver hue, A constant hum, a love that sees me through. Laughter drifts upon the evening air, A fleeting trace of joy beyond compare, Once bright, once fair, a vibrant, ringing sound, Now a soft murmur on hallowed ground. Moments lost to sharp recall, it's true, Yet never gone, they seep and filter through, Like echoes sung in midnight's lonely dawn, A spectral choru...