Familiar Shade

Your memory grew hands from shadows,

nails which scritched along my scalp,

reminded me that your were behind,

never in front.

It didn’t matter how fast I turned.

You were always just out of sight.

A shadow clinging to my shoulders,

faded

and laughing.

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