One sunny aftr’noon I chose
To stroll upon the sound
When suddenly I glimpsed ahead
And saw, me, on the ground

This vaguest doppelganger mimick’d
Ev’ry move I made
It spun upon the sand and whirl’d
As I turn’d away

Than standing still, I crook’d my head
And look’d behind in shock
I saw my mimic laying there
As wrought and real as rock

But as the sun began to sink
And moon commenc’d to rise
My companion stretch’d as on
A rack, before my very eyes

I slep’t upon the beach that night
Awaiting its return
And awoke to feel the sand against
My face begin to burn

Still half asleep, I stumbled to
The bay to wash my eyes
And while splashing water on my head
I view’d to my surprise

My shadow spread across the sand
And glinting smoothen’d stone
Now in days of solitude
I know I’m not alone

"If he's not doing anything to keep you,why are you trying so hard to stay?" her friend asked...
True, he's not even putting in enough to toss it into his trash.The letter,Yes my letter,the one in his office drawers  laying even aftr years shows how idle he is.. idle out of love for her who presented it to him on a special occasion,that makes his dipmples grow deeper when he blushes remembering how idle he's been ever after he's been taking care of that letter
-Rose