In the quiet corners where the sunlight plays,
I find the shadows whispering your name,
Memories hang like the autumn leaves,
Fading golden, yet always the same.
We danced on rooftops under a velvet sky,
With laughter that sparkled, floating high,
But time has a way of stealing our days,
Leaving us with questions, and soft dismay.
Each photograph is a universe,
Capturing moments, both good and terse,
We held onto warmth in those fleeting hours,
Now I’m left counting the absent flowers.
I walk through the ruins of love’s embrace,
A bittersweet trace, a familiar face,
The echo of laughter lost in the breeze,
Reminds me of you, and it brings me to my knees.
Nostalgia wraps around like a well-worn thread,
Stitching together the words left unsaid,
I sift through the pieces, the joy and the pain,
Finding solace in sunlight and the softest rain.
With every heartbeat, reflections arise,
In the maze of my mind where the past never dies,
And though we drift like leaves on the shore,
I’ll cherish the warmth; I’ll remember our core.
So here’s to the moments that made us feel whole,
To love that once burned like the sun in our soul,
As the dusk settles gently over my heart,
I’ll carry our story, though we’re worlds apart.
In the tapestry woven with threads of our time,
I’ll hold onto the echoes, the beautiful rhyme,
For even in loss, there’s a light that will stay,
Guiding me gently through each passing day.
Indie
Love, Loss, Nostalgia, Reflection, Warmth