I keep seeing your shadow everywhere I go.

By the lake, on the road, in the city, on
the porch, across my bed. Everywhere, you are
there. I can tell it is you by the shape of
its body, every inch I knew so well. And
it won’t go away. But I’m being selfish.
I know the shadow wishes the sun wouldn’t move,
that it would offer the gift of staying in
place. Or you wish the darkness of the new moon,
the cruelest moon, would not drown you like I did.


-
Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)