My Shadow and Me

I didn’t take a spade with me when memories were planted.
Like a tree set by the water, only to root itself.
Like a lone balloon in the air, unaware of its path.
Only to stir the wind for itself.
Only to cast light upon itself.
Only to warm. Itself.
At times, everyone.

A lone tree without leaves in the distance.
A longing for roots that never were.