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My black shadow
Him: I stand alone,
in a candle lit cobbled street.
With nothing left of my life,
but a dark shadow,
that hangs above my head.
With that in mind,
I stride into the welcoming shadows of the night.
Never to look back.
Her: Because he will never return,
because when he looks back,
it hurts.
His heart turns black,
with the pain that has been inflicted,
onto her.
His little girl.
It's who he is now,
a ghost,
that wonders away,
into the mist that is life.
From the pain caused by him to her,
he runs,
so far,
so fast,
it hurts her very core.
To see,
H I M,
turn black with the shadows.
Never to return,
back to me.
Connected Like A Hard Lock
Why do fathers or mothers go away, their children need them. they can call, write, email, text, or visit. What up with that? Even losers are loveable. I remember the john Travolta line: "My father was a no good worthless drunk. I adored him." (paraphrased) Like that. :D - Stella