The walls still breathe your fading name, Dust collects where laughter came. Photographs like open doors, Lead me back to “once before.” Each shadow hums a quiet sound, Of something lost, but never found. I’m holding on to fragments of then, Pieces of moments that won’t come again. Time keeps folding, soft and thin, But I still see your face within. The clock has stopped, but I still wait, For echoes time won’t recreate. Your voice, a thread that pulls me near, But disappears with every year. The past still burns in silver hue, A ghost that looks too much like you. I’m holding on to fragments of then, Pieces of moments that won’t come again. Time keeps folding, soft and thin, But I still see your face within. If memory is just a sea, Then I’m adrift, where you used to be. No shore, no end, no way to mend, Just the space between “was” and “when.” I’m holding on to fragments of then, Pieces of moments that won’t come again. Time keeps folding, soft and thin, But I still see your face within. I’m holding on to fragments of then, Whispers that time can’t comprehend. Even as the stars descend, I’ll love you still — in fragments of then.