Fading Voices

they sit by windows streaked with time watching days dissolve to gray their voices, once a steady chime, now whispers none will hear or stay names they spoke with love and pride have softened into air and dust letters sent, unanswered, dried memories fading, left to rust the hallway hums with hollow sound a clock that ticks but never calls footsteps pass, but none are found that stop beyond these silent walls once, they held the world so near cradled hands and wiped away fears now they wait, year after year forgotten ghosts of golden years