Twilight paints the lot, a canvas of fading fire,
Where shadows stretch and day's last breaths expire.
Your giggling voice, once a charm, now it's a trace,
We search for lost words in each other's silent face.
Streetlamps stand as sentinels, guarding silent tales,
Of friendship's path, now littered with memory's trails.
Was our bond not meant to outrun this endless sky?
Vibrant, vast, and timeless - did we let it die?
The stop sign pleads for pause, a moment to reflect,
On how our closeness slowly began to disconnect.
In twilight's hush, perhaps we will slowly drift way, Reminiscence of the lost time, who cares anyway!
~ Audienix
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Memoryscape
PoetryMemoryscape is the collection of my poems, written about various life experiences and feelings stored in Random Access Memory.
