Stolen Glances

Cracked edges frame a moment long gone,

some smiles hiding darkness, a bittersweet song.

Tucked in a book where old stories sleep,

I pull it out softly, this memory I keep.

Your eyes, they shine with a youthful grace,

yet all I see is the ghost of your face.

Time unraveled, the laughter that stings,

holds secrets and shadows that memory brings.

I wish I could bury these remnants of time,

but the echoes of us still hum in their rhyme.