My shadow follows faithfully
sometimes it'll hide, yet it would still be around
on the wall, or on the ground
either way, it cannot be grasped
so love through my shadow cannot be found
my shadow sits nearby as I waste water out my eyes
it reaches in to wipe my tears
but it cannot grab, nor touch , nor hear
it cannot speak so it can't be heard
so it attempts to comfort with unspoken words
My shadow often sits alone, my partner, we're the same
yet it wants something of its own, that no other may pertain
and the shadow will have a being, that appeals to me
and me nor my shadow will no longer be
unbalanced
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