A piece of soul cast by the sun,
follows me down the street,
closely on brick alley walls,
and long and running away in the wide open,
getting taller as the day goes by.

I am amazed as I watch it,
it is just like me, minus the detail,
It is a cross section of who I am,
just missing my inner light.

Perhaps this is a part of me
of which I am unaware,
it tries to tell me about itself
but alas, I do not understand.

On overcast days though
and into the lonely nights
I miss my ever present companion,
like a piece of me has been taken.