The shadow of you lingers
Around me.
It mimics the feel of 
Your touch,
Your warmth,
Your lips. 
I teases me with memories that are better as memories. 
It takes my hand,
Like a child, 
And leads me where it wants me.

But perhaps 
You are not the shadow.
Perhaps you are just the name it took. 
You are the face it takes to taunt me.

I am Peter Pan, 
Running after my shadow.
Playing games.
Crying at my losses.
Maybe
When I find Wendy
She can sow the shadow back on me.
And give me 
The power 
Over it.