In Shadow's Breath

A gentle whisper, subtle and thin,
settles within the folds of the past,
a shadow that dances in silence,
among lost memories, yet untouched by heart.
It wanders through the memories like a leaf on the wind,
elusive and invisible, it pulses and flees,
a dancer without music,
that grazes the thoughts, leaving faded traces.
Shadow bends into lost laughter,
a caress that time has not erased,
an echo of voices now far away,
but still vibrates, subtle, in the abandoned heart.
And in the whisper that brushes the morning,
a vanishing trace of happiness is found,
but in memory a silver thread is spun,
accentuating the silence of a past never forgotten.