The colors of our past now fade,
like autumn leaves in shadow laid.
What once was vivid, clear, and bright,
turns soft and hazy in the night.
I try to grasp each fleeting thought,
the moments we both shared, now caught
in fragments scattered, hard to keep—
like dreams that vanish when I sleep.
Your laughter echoes, distant, faint,
a haunting sound, a soft complaint.
The face I loved has slipped away,
and left behind a ghost to stay.
Each memory slips like grains of sand,
flying through my outstretched hand.
The more I reach, the more they flee—
until all that's left is you and me.
