Many Days Later, Your Quiet Memory Recalls Me

Many days later, your quiet memory recalls me,

A subtle echo in the chambers of my mind, free.

The hush of moments shared, whispers of the past,

Time may have moved on, yet our connection lasts.

In solitude, I find reflections of your smile,

A warmth that lingers, spanning every mile.

Unseen, your presence in the shadows cast,

A timeless bond, strong and steadfast.

Memories dance like fireflies in the night,

Glimmers of laughter, moments so bright.

Through the corridors of time, they gracefully flow,

An eternal melody, soft and slow.

Your absence, a phantom, a gentle breeze,

Yet your essence envelops with such ease.

In the tapestry of recollections, vivid and clear,

Each thread woven with the essence of yesteryear.

Many days later, your memory remains,

A mosaic of joy, triumphs, and pains.

A silent companion, a constant reverie,

Whispering tales of what used to be.

As seasons change, and life takes its course,

The echo persists, a timeless force.

In the quietude, where thoughts gently soar,

Your memory, a beacon, forevermore.