01/06/2026
The world keeps moving, loud and bright,
It spins through morning, noon, and night.
They say that time will fill the space,
That years will soften every trace.
But truth is found in quiet rooms,
Some flowers have no second blooms.
The mold was broken, cast away,
The day your laughter left the day.
No substitute can take your part,
No echo mend this quiet heart.
For what you were, and what you gave,
Is locked forever in time's wave.
A priceless thing, a fading light
Irreplaceable, and out of sight.
