I know her name was whispered, like a melody once sweet,
But now it lingers out of reach, a ghost I cannot meet.
Her laughter echoes softly, a whisper in the mist,
Yet the threads that bind us weaken, in this relentless twist.

I strain to hold her image, in the fading light of day,
But the fog of forgetfulness descends, stealing her away.
Each passing moment steals a...