Shadows

I am alone in my world today. Everyone has gone home and left me behind. All that is left is the physical manifestation of my own darkness, growing and shrinking in opposition to the light you pour down on me. Sometimes, I notice, it seems that I am chasing it, and other times it’s almost like a silent stalker walking calmly at my heels.

Everything about my world is dependent on your light. When you are with me everything is bright and my darkness is beaten down. When we are together, and you flood me with your light, it is eradicated altogether and all that is left is the love I feel for you.

When you are away, I can still feel your light. But it is distant like the setting sun, and my shadow becomes lengthy and deep. It almost scares me.

Sometimes, you are so far from me that it is almost as if you are completely gone. At these times, my darkness envelopes me like a child in its mother’s embrace. Unlike a mother, though, my shadow consumes me and takes over all thought. I lose sight of you and allow this darkness to take over my mind and in part my soul.

But you are like a knight and you charge into my darkness and break it asunder. I still feel it as a part of me, but with you there it is something I am able to control. It is more a part of me than I am a part of it.

I am still alone. My shadow has grown with the complexity of my thoughts and I can feel it reaching into me, pulling at me, breaking me apart. If I let it, it will take me over. But even in the deepest, darkest part of night, there remains a tendril of your light, and for me that is enough.