Your sight drifts away,
like a bird in distant sky—
I reach through the haze.
Once bright moments lose their shape,
names and faces blur in time.
Into quiet depths
my memories slowly fall.
Old friend, stay with me—
mend the mind that frays apart,
before all of you is gone.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC
Your sight drifts away,
like a bird in distant sky—
I reach through the haze.
Once bright moments lose their shape,
names and faces blur in time.
Into quiet depths
my memories slowly fall.
Old friend, stay with me—
mend the mind that frays apart,
before all of you is gone.
Memories slip like distant wings, fading beyond reach. In the quiet unravelling of the mind, love remains—holding on, calling back, and gently pleading for one more moment before all is lost.
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