The silhouette of your vanished shadow,
Lays against the surface of my plaster walls.
Scratch as I might at the flaking paint
The impression, is embossed where I recall.
Here I take out a pen: handprint, copied.
Footsteps, followed, mimicking your walk.
Then I chase after your unmistakable talk.
Only when finished, do I balk.
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