In the quiet moments, shadows softly creep,
Each tick of the clock, a promise we can’t keep.
Once vibrant laughter fills the air,
Now whispers of memories linger everywhere.

We gather together, our hearts intertwined,
In the tapestry of love, threads delicately aligned.
Yet with each passing year, the colors start to fade,
As cherished faces vanish, in the twilight they wade.

Time, the silent thief, with a gentle, cruel hand,
Stealing the light from the lives we had planned.
I watch as the seasons change, the leaves turn to gold,
And with them, I feel the weight of stories untold.

Each birthday candle flickers, each moment we share,
Leaves a mark on my heart, a reminder of despair.
For every “I love you” that echoes in the night,
Is a bittersweet melody, a haunting, tender light.

The laughter of children, the warmth of a hug,
The soft-spoken wisdom in the words that they tug.
Yet time marches forward, relentless and bold,
Leaving behind only echoes of love that we hold.

I gaze at the photos, their smiles frozen in time,
A collage of joy, now tinged with the grime
Of longing and heartache, of what’s come to pass,
An aching reminder that moments never last.

But in this heartache, I find a flicker of grace,
For love is eternal, it cannot be erased.
Though bodies may wither, and voices may fade,
The bond that we share will never be swayed.

So I hold onto memories, like stars in the night,
Each one a constellation, a guiding, soft light.
And though time may be cruel, in its intricate dance,
The love that we’ve woven will forever enhance.

For as I grow older, I learn to embrace,
The beauty in moments, the warmth of each face.
And though it’s the hardest, the worst part of this ride,
Love’s legacy lingers, a flame deep inside.

Until next time,
Toodle pip,
Yours Lainey.

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