shadow

It hovers.

Just above the din of laughter & play.

It resonates.

Deep in the recesses of what used to be there.

The emptiness and doubt.

Loss.

Rain falls. Usually it just pours.

An identity changed forever.

Just another dream.

Fading.

A pair of your favorite jeans.

It’s a memory.

A shadow that hovers.

 

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