Memories remain, but new ones will swap.
Gone? Oh no. They'll still be around.
A part of your shadow that shows on the ground.
Everyday you'll see it there,
It's always present, but you hardly care.
The body takes the sun's hard blow
as the shadow basks in freedom below.
When the tree will take the hit,
you'll be alone, in shade, to sit.
Can the shadow really not find you here?
Or did it just join the tree's own fears?
Memories may leave, but shadows remain.
Silent silhouettes that dance in vain.
At night, of course, the shadow's at home.
all through your thoughts it knows it can roam.
Bask in the light, but know what remains.
The shadow of the past knows all of the pains.
Too it contains the greatest of time,
of laughter and fun, what was your prime.
The shadow won't leave, but know it is there.
A part of your life that you'll always bear.
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