Fading Echoes

In the quiet corners of her soul, She cradles memories like fragile glass. Each shard reflects a life once whole, Now shattered, lost in shadows’ pass.

Her laughter, once a sunbeam’s kiss, Now echoes as a distant, hollow chime. The joy that danced upon her lips, Fades into the folds of endless time.

The hearth, once warm with family’s love, Now lies cold, its embers gray and dim. Their voices, like forgotten hymns above, Haunt her nights, their absence grim.

She walks the halls, a phantom’s grace, Her footsteps whispering tales untold. The photographs upon the fireplace, Faces frozen, hearts forever stilled.

The garden blooms, but she no longer tends, Its petals wilt, mirroring her grief. Her hands, once skilled, now frail and bent, Weave sorrow into every fallen leaf.

And in the mirror’s gaze, she sees Eyes that once held dreams and fire. Now they’re pools of sorrow, seas Where hope drowned in a funeral pyre.