"Never play with your shadows,"
My grandmother used to say
As she pulled teeth and deposited them
In a ***** under the bed
"They might play back,
At least that's what they used to tell me
When I was little."

Shadows
She never told me that they don't leave you

Guilt came knocking the other day
A little more hazy than I remembered
Still present
Sometimes she has sunglasses on
Sometimes it's a hat
Sometimes she's slim, sometimes not so much
Always something new
Keeping up with the times, you know.
Boisterous, attention seeker
Embarrassing, really
I wish Guilt would visit less often

Friend called, what a pleasant surprise.
For kicks.
Purposely losing contact, accidentally
Or accidentally losing contact purposely
Let's not get technical
Friend's voice is always muffled
Always breaking up,
Oh well.
When will shadows make up their minds and play fair?
Rules to the game always change.