On a day in early spring
I heard the birds sing
As we walked together
Through this ever-changing weather.
And as we walked
I wished to talk
With you my dear old friend.
But it was my shadow
That walked in sunshine
For you have crossed the line
Where all things end.
I cannot cry
Or go where you have gone,
Yet our friendship lives on
And one day I will become
A shadow in sun
And shade
For life is made
Of fleeting shadows
And I know
That I must one day go
Were you have gone.
But other men
May see my shadow
Walking beside them
And know me
And their own mortality.
K Morris - Poet 
This is a quietly devastating and beautiful poem, Morris. The way you turn the shadow from a symbol of loneliness into a shared bond—and finally into a gentle legacy for others—is deeply moving. The line “For you have crossed the line where all things end” lands with such soft, certain sorrow, and the closing image of other men seeing your shadow and knowing their own mortality is profoundly wise. It reads like a meditation you might find carved into a park bench in early spring rain. Thank you for this.🤝