My shadow remembers things...

My shadow remembers things I’ve already let go.

It moves with a weight I no longer carry.

It walks slower on certain days,

like it’s mourning what I’ve forgotten.

Old names

stick to its edges,

fluttering like forgotten prayers.

Once, it whispered a secret in my sleep;

And I woke up crying,

but couldn’t name the grief.

-- Dima Ivx

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