I see her in your shadow. The memory fades into view.

Eyes watch carefully for those delicate flaws to take root.

What it would mean to have old soil produce better gaze.

Could shadow cast be the reminder that the sun has set and time has passed.

Why do I want to reach out and touch the shadow that stretches far and wide.

Farther than my reach and deeper than the feelings one hide.

Forced to forget the slits you thought worthy upon your wrist in my name.

The shadow of a woman whose heart remains ashamed…

To have ever come close…to a light that burned too bright the night. . .

One who now fights the urge to remember that which hurts. .

Because those are the only memories that remain…forever a shadow of what was.




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