She died some time before she actually did. I watched her lose presence of mind, as she became ever more paper thin and opaque. Her shadow was so sad indeed, I couldn't make myself linger around, it was like moss started growing in my chest. Often I found her observing the cherry blossoms, I wondered why - did they remind her of a past self, or did spring ease her mind? If I ever asked, she never heard me.
The shadow called me to say she had bought me a red dress, she wanted me to come over and try it on. I was annoyed. I couldn't accept the dress or recognize the shadow I loved - now amorphous and desperate. I never went for the dress.
One day she died, but my heart never buried her.
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