Fragments of Memory

In the dim glow of twilight memories flicker, the scent of paper roses unravels time, whispers weave through the crumbling walls of desired ‘what-ifs’.

Telepathic throbs hint at tomorrows lost, the echo of laughter mingles with the brush of fingers on a fading photograph.

I remember: sun-drenched afternoons laced with murmured confessions, persisting dreams float through hazy portals, warmth like a tether in the chilled air of longing.

Each breath becomes a tapestry of willows swaying, emotions cascade like echoes of laughter, throbbing, pulse of memories lingering - just beyond reach.