Forgotten

In the quiet of an empty room, A photograph lies lost in gloom. A lover’s face from days gone by, Framed in smiles that time let die. Once cherished words, now faded ink, Left on pages where shadows sink. Memories like ghosts drift past, As echoes of a love hold fast. But as the dust begins to clear, A whispered secret draws near. For in the depths of heartache’s plight, The lover's face is but a light. A fleeting glimpse of what was true, A reflection in the glass of you. It’s not forgotten, not so plain The lover's face is your own name