Shadows.

Shadows linger where you lay:

born within the echo of

a breath.

Soft memories hold

the silent hand of time,

keeping you close yet

lost to the eye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was in my garden close to a Buddlia and in my mind's eye I saw my daughters cat asleep beneath it he may no longer be actually with us but he's here in spirit. So I wrote this.

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