Goodnight, shadow, now that the light has gone out, so can you.

Goodnight, shapeless impression of my existence,
the only proof of my waking life.

Goodnight, you silent spectator, companion, solace,
If I die, you will exist, because you are part of the very dark
that I sought out in my despair.

Goodnight, my partner in grief, my lover in the dark,
I have left nothing behind, except a few words,
I will have touched nothing from beyond the crematorium,
I only reach out to you, now, in my last hours of waking,
In  my dreams I have no light, to cast you on the wall,
No darkness to draw you from, into the heat of my vision.

I repose now, hoping that you bear witness, again,
while I sleep, that I existed once during the day!