Fading Echoes

The clock ticks. We forget. But I remember...

Upon the horizon, the twilight rests. Shadows whisper memories, fragile as dew.

Scribbles in the sand at the edge of memories... "
Remember the lost dog
or was it cat?"

Voices grow dim, yet linger, held in the dust of yesterday.

Before sleep's embrace, we confess our silent screams...

Gathered whispers fade with the star's last light, wrapped in shade.