Echoes of a Lost Day
Echoes of a Lost Day
I wish I could recall that first day,
The first hour when you came my way.
Was it summer’s light or winter’s gray?
The season fades, no words to say.
Unnoticed, that moment slipped by,
A chance unseen, a silent sigh.
Blind to the bloom that time would see,
A tree of love, yet young, still free.
If only that day could linger here,
A day so close, yet now unclear.
It seemed so small, yet held such weight,
A moment lost, a twist of fate.
If only now that touch could stay,
A hand in hand, love's first display.
A day forgotten, yet still so dear,
A memory lost, yet ever near.
