What would it be like if our shadows were people who loves us in our past life?
It seems more fitting to a poem or a short story doesn’t it? A few short words like
They told me I could be with you again, stay with you even as things have changed
We are sewn together at the feet, touching every second of every day but you cannot feel me. I can feel you… perhaps that is enough
Sometimes, when I linger, I see you have two shadows perhaps even three or more. Who are they? You’ve never mentioned them, but then again, you’ve never mentioned me.
It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, watching you love again. You’ve lived so vibrantly and beautifully, it is enough that I had my time with you. What hurts the most, the thing that tortures me in my incorporeal existence…
When the world is at it’s brightest, i am as close to you as I can be. But when the world turns to darkness… I vanish. Just like the first time… Even as you are reborn again and again I know I wasn’t there when you needed me most. And I never am, as much as I struggle and cry out I can not find you in the dark.
I miss you… I’m sorry.
Do you remember how we played, when you were just a little girl? Painting shadow creatures on the wall with the tiniest flashlight in you hands. And how when you were a bit older you told your friends you weren’t scared of the dark like they were. Was that because you knew I was there? You’ve always been so brave.
It’s so bright out today. You’re talking about going out and enjoying the sun and I hope that you do. The shadows are the strongest in the light. Maybe I can walk with you.
Sometimes you stare at your shadow. Do you know that its me? Can you feel it watching you too?