My shadow

My shadow doesn’t want to

follow me around anymore.

He says he’s had enough,

and wants to create

his own story.

Sick of always hanging

around with me.

Stuck to me like glue, he says.

He just wants to fuck off

and do things on his own.

I say you can’t,  I need you.

You let me be who I want to be,

you never question me,

when I wake you are there

behind me as the sun beckons,

when I sleep you are hiding,

but I don’t have to worry

because you will be there

come the morning.

 

He decided to stay a little longer.

I thanked him.