Fading Paths

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A boy and girl, young and bright,
Meet with eyes that dance in light,
Whispers, touches, hearts that race,
Sweet nothings shared, a warm embrace.
But here I am, in shadows gray,
Touching walls to find my way,
Blind to all but the quiet floor,
Waiting for life to offer more.

Another soul, aged like mine,
Seeks refuge, though paths entwine.
He walks alone, his beard turned white,
Chasing memories in the fading light.
We pass like ghosts, near but far,
Two lonely bodies, no spark, no star.
Couldn’t we, for a moment’s grace,
Feel the rush of youth’s embrace?

Why don’t our hands reach out to find
The warmth we’ve lost, left behind?
Why don’t our hearts, worn and slow,
Remember the touch they used to know?
In this stillness, where we both remain,
I wonder why we carry our pain.
Once, like them, we felt the flame —
But now, it flickers without a name.