The sunset drapes like velvet across my room

The sunset drapes like velvet across my room,

shadows gather, chasing away the gloom.

I found that dress, folded in the dark,

a remnant of laughter, a forgotten spark.

Soft against skin, a caress I can’t place,

it holds the scent of a long-lost grace.

Each thread woven with moments we spun,

a whisper of sweetness when days were fun.

Now I trace seams, with fingers like ghosts,

recalling the nights when we felt like hosts.

But the fabric has faded, the colors run dry,

leaving only shadows where memories lie.