Peace with the past

It's dark now,
but the memory of sun still stings my face.
It's quiet now,
but the sound of laughter still fills this place.
I'm older now,
horsing around takes a toll on my bones.
You're older now,
playtime is replaced with calls on the phone.
The wind is blowing,
if you listen it sings songs of the past.
The moon is fading quickly,
summer days just are not meant to last.
It's dark now,
silence echoes deep in my soul.
It's quiet now,
I do think I shall like this growing old.