On the mantel

On the mantel, a photo lies,

A ghost of laughter beneath the skies.

Time has painted it in shades of gray,

Fading slowly, drifting away.

Whispers of memories, echo in the night,

Days we were dancing, lost in the light.

Now just shadows, remnants of a dream,

In this silent room, nothing's as it seems.

Dust collects, on the edges worn,

A story forgotten, yet still feels torn.

Each glance pulls me, deeper in,

Lost in the echoes , of where we've been.

Will we find our way back,

Through the mist ,and the black?

Or will this moment just slip away,

Like the morning sun, at the break of day?

Faded corners, time’s cruel embrace,

Memories linger in this sacred space.

Heartbeats still chase the fleeting past,

In a portrait of love that couldn’t last.

Whispers of memories, echo in the night,

Days we were dancing, lost in the light.

Now just shadows, remnants of a dream,

In this silent room, nothing's as it seems.

So here I sit, with the photo's stare,

Bound by the moments we used to share.

A faded vision, forever it holds,

The story of us, lost in the folds.