I found your voice in evening rain, a whisper soft that called my name. The years dissolved, the hours fled, and old emotions filled my head. The scent of pages, worn and dear,
Brought back the laughter, brought back the fear.
Each corner held a frozen scene, a moment lost, a time between.
The firelight flickered, shadows danced, and in their glow, my heart advanced.
I saw the smiles, I felt the pain,
As memories surged through every vein.
Yet even past can gently heal, its tender touch, a quiet seal.
The sorrow lingers, but so does grace, a lingering warmth I can embrace.
And when the night folds close again, those rekindled moments remain.
A bridge across the years and time, alive in memory’s tender rhyme.
