Shadows moving slowly, silently, close enough to speak
Never seeing, by choice, another so near by
Not a gesture or nod of recognition as a glance we sneak
Careful not to be noticed for fear our eyes will lie
Shadows shifting, changing from moment to moment
Never what we once saw, becoming unfamiliar quickly
Not recalling all the words of friendship once spent
And somehow the effort lies as fog about my shoulders thickly
Shadows, growing, shrinking, getting smaller in the light
Never holding fast to the promises once easily given
Not caring how the darkness now covers what once was delight
All the while radiating coldness that brings loss to the living
Shadows, inky black, harsh, covering all that I can see
Never clearing long enough to reveal hidden sun
Not understanding why such clouds must hang over me
Yet proof for my own knowing I’m worth nothing to anyone
I am but a shadow….
……quickly growing small….
……….. disappearing with the light, erased.
Karen Quinn 2002 rev 2013