Echoes

I sit in the garden,
Sunlight filters through trees,
Memories whisper like leaves in the breeze.
Faces of loved ones,
Their names start to fade,
In this silent, cruel masquerade.

I reach for a moment,
A fragment of time,
But it slips through my fingers,
Like a lost rhyme.
Voices are echoes,
Phantoms of past,
I cling to each one,
But they vanish so fast.

Days blend together,
Like colours in rain,
Each one a painting,
Of sorrow and pain.
Yet in the confusion,
A glimmer of light,
Moments of clarity,
Brief and so bright.

They come like a whisper,
A soft, fleeting cheer,
Reminding me gently,
That love is still near.

Though my mind falters,
And memories stray,
In my heart, forever,
They’ll never decay.