Shadows

if the night obliges. nothing in its sweetest sense.

no x do i search for. no buried treasure.

no future do i ponder nor plan.

do shadows feel as the light slashes through them? do shadows wonder where they'll fall next?

in dark spots they hide, though by the light they are cast.

the opposite of light they are, yet irrefutably connected to and bound by it.

if the night is feeling merciful i will fade. barely noticeable. and stay that way so long as it lets.

do shadows wonder from where they came? how soon they'll come again?

no. they only fall like shrinking smiles off the faces of those who've had, but couldn't keep.

silent.

helpless.

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