The Shadow

Brushing the hair
Back from his face
She watched the shadow
Draw its way
Along the wall
Beyond the place
She called her home.

Tears welling up
From the knowledge
That rose up inside her
And always denied her
A certain peace of mind.

She could not touch,
Rename or replace
The memories that
Always defaced
Those other ones

At times the newfound freedom
Of a mountain moved
Is more than it can take
And many times finds its way
Back to the place it once called home.