Shadows

The shadows shine 

Darkly behind all they were 

An imprint of their lives upon our own

Outlines remain yet nothing inhabits the space

Memories on an ink pad never refreshed

Become background noise to the daily clamour

Threads all but gone yet woven still

Half remembered conversations drift

Waking dreams of lives entangled till

Fading echos draw away

Our past their’s forever

What is gone

Is gone. 

No more.