I was your shadow...
the silence between us
all that we could ever know.

You had moved through me long ago
repairing the cracks in my bones
made manifest with winter’s grasp.

I never knew they were there;
your patient nature discovered them.

I was your shadow,
born as the sky’s flame died;
as we walked under the streetlamps,
my form was living for yours...

Any heartbeat that was palpated
as time brought me to life
was never acknowledged by you.

I was dead and buried already
given a false sense of security
coldly snatched back
in the dead of winter.

The fissures reset in my bones,
splitting what you had healed.

Your voice shattered the frigid silence,
trying to bridge our separation
that I built up against you out of necessity.

I was your dark shadow once,
born as the sun went down
craving to be closer to you,
but never able to reach your flesh.

Did you ignore those promises
I always wanted to keep?
Perhaps you never understood
what I meant when I whispered ‘forever’...

I was your forgotten shadow,
disappearing with each rising day;
the silence between us growing
more than we could ever know.

I never saw any promise in a sunrise
that was set out like a trap to destroy me.

I live as only a shadow can,
intimidated by every glimmer of light
seen on the horizon.

One day when I’m too far removed from you,
a dark entity without even a name
I wish you could remember
how much you always meant to me.