You leave pieces of yourself,
Scattered everywhere you frequent.
And your memories are suspended in time.
Lives that you have brushed up against,
Now live with an imprint of you,
Firmly trapped in their mind.
Time may change you,
But your memory not.
You leave the steps in the sands of time,
And you come back,
Traversing the treaden path,
Only to find,
That your shadows have remained.