In shadows where the past once dwelled, The scarfs of sacrifice begin to fade, A gentle breeze through memories swelled, Whispering of a price once paid. The glasses mourn their cloudy gaze, Reflections dulled by tears long shed, They long for clarity’s bright blaze, For truths once clear, now softly fled. Yet in the fading, hope resides, A dawn that dawns beyond the pain, Where scars dissolve and truth abides, And mourning turns to grace again. For in the erasure, life renews, A silent vow to heal the ache, And through the tears, a brighter view— A future free from memory’s ache.
They’ve all been erased. C2E.
