The shadow of you lingers
It mimics the feel of
I teases me with memories that are better as memories.
It takes my hand,
Like a child,
And leads me where it wants me.
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.
Crying at my losses.
When I find Wendy
She can sow the shadow back on me.
And give me