In shadow's embrace,
the flicker whispers
of forgotten laughter.
On the edge of vision,
a spark,
catching only the rim of a smile.
A table set for
an empty banquet,
the scent of voices
deeply missed.
Waves of nostalgia
wash the silent shores,
embracing echoes
of a forgotten tune.
Mismatched shadows dance,
a soft serenade
played only
in the mind's ear.