The Shadow

                                                

It flickered, and grew, and threatened to disappear.

Right here,

          Right there,

Just beyond.

Fingers flailing to grasp

          Wisps of smoke

                    Fading ghosts.

Dying candle light,

        Dancing in the dark.

It retired on a whim,

         Came back in a whisper.

And I was left waiting

         Wishing for an echo.

                                 An echo.

 


 

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