I had drawn a silhouette
on the backseat window
of my car, and it had
somehow come to life,
and attached itself to me,
then becoming my shadow.
And as I painted the outline
to a colorful glow,
the rainbow drops from above
scattered on the pavement
of a snow-covered landscape,
causing a sunshine avalanche,
to where we made our escape.
My shadow chased me,
as it had always done so before,
and even when the Sun is set,
and the Moon washes up on shore,
I thought I’d let you know,
that wherever I go,
my shadow will always
be there to follow me into
tomorrow, as I witnessed
the kiss that the melody
had given me.
And no matter how pleasant the tune,
of how I miraculously met you,
I’ll always say that it’s true,
that the letters upon my desk
show you at your best, and all the rest,
and I had my shadow write to you,
because I’d been too afraid,
that I might lose you in the midst
of giving up those warm Summer days
as I am lost in Winter’s frigid maze.
And when there are clouds in the sky,
my shadow vanishes for the night,
but I know that it will return,
for it is not only my companion,
but my friend, my silhouette,
that walks with me, side by side,
and that will follow me to the very
end of my long-lasting life,
each and every time.
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