My Shadow
by Tori Dixon
My shadow follows me where I go
It lives, breathes, speaks as I do
Whether or not I call for it, it is there
Like a button sewn into a favorite pair of jeans,
It is sewn into me.
But does it follow as I slowly saunter off
to sleep?
Does it too have dreams?
Does my shadow wish to one day
be freed from the constraints
that are my fingers & toes?
Maybe my shadow could fall in love,
and have a life of it's own
in some far away universe
Or,
perhaps I am searching for things
that are not there.
And my shadow is just that,
a shadow