#fadingrecall
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