In passing, there is a hollow sound
left as life has withdrawn
Time winding down, wondering why
the leaves on the wind have all gone
Love remains softly beside the bed
time that was once and always before
Vinyl holds songs silently playing
in echoes now heard evermore
Floors growing cold, memories faded
grasses turned brown and frozen the soil
Attics are emptied, home soon forgotten
passing in moments, a lifetime of toil
Memories surely are written on hearts
in colors of lives that were built
Wrapped round our souls the patches remain
familiar the stitches sewn into our quilt
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