Thursday, November 6, 2008


My shadow fell across my path

And gave me pause to see

A soulless blank facsimile

That looked a lot like me

It flitted forth and back again

Ahead, aside, arrear

Whispered vacant, dreary thoughts

In a reflection of my ear

We walked for hours he and I

Conversing in the sun

Connected, tethered, mingling

‘Til nightfall left but one

I woke and rushed at morning’s light

To see what he would say

But he seemed oddly silent, faint

‘Neath cloudy skies of gray

How strange our friendship surely seems

At distance hard to see

I’m not quite certain if I know

Which one is really me

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