Shadows

Poem

Was I beautiful? I ask your shadow

As I sit at an empty station Where trains and people go,

Not knowing what we’d been.

Always, said your shadow in

The white cold of February, Always you were beautiful

And beautiful to me.

Did you love me? I ask your shadow

As I lie where you once held me

Where we kicked away the covers

When the summer nights burnt

I loved you, said your shadow

In the nothing of the silence

I loved you when I loved you

And that was true to me.

Do you miss me? I ask your shadow

As my sadness stings my lungs

And my arms can’t contain

The widened grief within my chest

No longer, says your shadow

In the fickle hum of birdsong

No longer do I miss you