Forgotten Memories

In the corners of my mind they dwell,
The echoes of a distant bell,
Forgotten memories, dim and faint,
Whispers of a bygone saint.

Images in sepia hue,
Traces of a world once true,
Faces lost in time's embrace,
Yet their presence I still trace.

In the attic of my heart,
Moments linger, torn apart,
Tales untold, now tucked away,
In the vaults of yesterday.

Like dust upon an old book's page,
They rest within my inner stage,
Forgotten yet not truly gone,
In the shadows they live on.

The laughter and the tears we shared,
The dreams and hopes once deeply bared,
Now gently wrapped in memory's shroud,
A distant echo in the cloud.

Though faded, they hold a key,
To who I was, what used to be,
Forgotten memories, whispers dear,
In quiet moments, they appear.

With each new day that comes to pass,
I'll hold them close, a looking glass,
To glimpse the path I traveled through,
Forgotten memories, I still pursue.