Photo by Abed Ismail on Unsplash
Even in this new life, the past
clings to me. Your
likeness follows in strangers' faces, passed on sidewalks
increasingly casting shadows on otherwise
perfect moments. As much as I try to move on, I
see you in
everything, everyone, always.
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Comments (4)
The picture is nice. It is the same in the sky. Another great poem by you!
beautiful imagery in thus smooth, well-crafted piece.
Nice job.”casting shadows” for a such a wonderful description.
So relatable. This is a beautiful poem.