In the peaceful corners of our past,
Where chuckling once repeated, shadows cast,
We moved through days, similar to leaves in the breeze,
Presently quietness waits, a phantom of straightforwardness.
Words we traded, presently murmurs of residue,
Guarantees blurring, such as transitory trust,
Photos yellowed, recollections faint,
Our common minutes feel far off, a song.
Once, we wove dreams, splendid strings in the evening,
Presently they unwind, lost to the light,
Your voice, a song, I battle to find,
As time floats on, it unwinds the tight spot.
However in the quietness, I hold what was beloved,
A glint of warmth in the chill of the year,
However ways have separated, and miles stretch between,
In the heart's calm chambers, you actually wait, concealed.
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