I met a shadow — a man, a friend —
Wandering alone on a darkened path,
With no chance to return again
From that long, shadowy night.
But once again, when light appeared,
I came closer, step by step,
And asked him why he still waited,
Hoping to be real — to walk again with me.
In that deep, dark night, I felt him.
I touched him, and gently said,
“I am yours,” but still, he could not
See me, nor reach for my hand.
Yet somehow, he sensed me —
Like a flower feels the scent around it,
Like sunlight touches a cold morning.
I thought and felt just a little —
Maybe I still exist for someone,
Maybe I’m still someone’s favorite.
By KIRAN
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
I met a shadow — a man, a friend —
Wandering alone on a darkened path,
With no chance to return again
From that long, shadowy night.
But once again, when light appeared,
I came closer, step by step,
And asked him why he still waited,
Hoping to be real — to walk again with me.
In that deep, dark night, I felt him.
I touched him, and gently said,
“I am yours,” but still, he could not
See me, nor reach for my hand.
Yet somehow, he sensed me —
Like a flower feels the scent around it,
Like sunlight touches a cold morning.
I thought and felt just a little —
Maybe I still exist for someone,
Maybe I’m still someone’s favorite.
By KIRAN
No one is more loyal than a person's herself shadow