My shadow stretched out long behind me
To meet the shadow of my lover
I was jealous that she could brush
     Even a shade of him
She chastised me and whispered,
             "Do not envy
                    Do not mourn
               He rarely
                        But hurt you"
   So I spent my precious moments
Wondering how this wisp of me
                    (A reflection, in a sense?)
Could know such things,
      What did she know!
She disappeared as I walked further,
   Wishing I could saunter and sway
But I did not
      Because she had told me
Something to push the line of logic
   And bring tears of relief unshed to my eyes