The damned thing is still following me.
All morning, throughout the day, even at sunset - especially at sunset - sticking to me like a tail pinned on a donkey.
Silent, always so silent, and moving more stealthily than I ever could.
No doubt it's even a better dancer than I, no matter how hard I stomp on it.
So resolute, it never leaves me alone . . . until I turn off the lights.
mine hides behind me
of the light but not in it
leaves me in darkness
Here's a bonus at no extra charge - a poem my granddaughter Alexa wrote two years ago when she was in the 5th grade.
With a shadow by your side
You'll never be alone,
Even down the emptiest street
Of a deserted town,
Down a long, twisted road
Both of you walk together,
With haunting memories
Following close behind,
Ghosts of memories
That will never leave your side.
© 2011 by Alexa