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.
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