Fleeting Twilight

In the waning light,
silence drapes the world,
a soft, lingering sigh.

Shadows dance,
fleeting memories,
of days long passed.

The twilight whispers,
secrets of the dusk,
held in gentle embrace.

Somewhere, a clock ticks,
marking time's quiet march,
unyielding and kind.

Remember when?
The laughter fades,
but warmth remains.