When I go
You can talk to my Shadow
The dull, the dark
The outline of me
When I go
You can talk to my Shadow
The null, the bark
Blurry silhouette of me.
When I go
You can walk to my Shadow
The crust, the worst
Cover of me
When I go
You can talk to my Shadow
The dust, the mistrust
Not too clever to see.
When I go
You can hold back my Shadow
The stone, the worn
The misimpression of me
When I go
You can talk to my Shadow
Bawl & bellow
& Fuss over me
When I go
You can resent over its shoulders
The lone, long gone
Past reflection of me
When I go
I'll leave behind my shadow
The rue, the foe
The you of me.
- NM
Throwback Thursday - This was written on the same day, five years ago.
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