When she walks on by she’s so beautiful…
The light in her eyes is warm-spirited…
She never looks my way and it is wise…
I once hurt her and I can’t forgive myself…
I’ve become something new within her darkness…
Consumed by her cold shadow – I follow her…
Into absence of shadow – my presence ignored…
I am what remains after she eclipsed our sun…
Her shadow is like a shelter from rejection…








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