and she of mine—and yet this is why one
must submit to one.’
that when she asked; ‘will you be my shadow?’
the sun had only begun to set, and when she said;
‘you’ll never be in dearth of thought
when you make thought your thought.’
neither of us was thinking.
to feel the pain that you don’t feel?
to dump them all on the poor shadow?’
There is no pain! There is only lessons;
to admire the pictures even before they’re taken,
and admire them even if they’ll never be taken,
and to make sure to take the shadows with them.
might never be taken?
in darkness, even when there’s no light?
and our passion flickered, like it was soon to die,
that we were shadows ourselves.