18 of 30: Shadows

You follow me everywhere as if you’ve nothing else to do.
Light as you seem, you’re a burden to me.
Though, perhaps it isn’t you that I find burdensome.
But the nostalgia you always bring when you’re around.
And though you’re but a series of photograph of happy days,
Your face haunts me like a ghost and I see you everywhere I go.
You follow me like a shadow.

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