Everywhere where we run there is a shadow that lingers.
Even in the stillness of night. It will be there as a reminder.
It was once apart of a life that has gone on without it. Looking
down on the family going about their normal lives, while it watches
from afar. Busy lives they live. Constantly on the go. No breaks.
Seasons come and go, now the family has grown, children to adults.
New families and faces that it is no longer remembered or spoken
about. A simple nod or gesture fills the role of suiting an explanation.
It comes dress down for holidays. Still in its ragged and torn clothes
that it wears daily. The family is in its best dress. It doesn't fit.
The photo has the nicely dressed members. It's a good thing
ghost cannot be scene on camera. Although it's spot is never replaced.
Even thought it's a shadow and not spoken about, the truth and love never fails.
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