Almost Done


We are shadows, you and I,
Insubstantial as a sigh,
Only noticed while the sun
Celebrates its victory won
Over clouds and darkened sky.

To the harried passersby
Our existence is a lie.
They walk through us, one by one.
We are shadows.

Can we ghosts solidify?
Rejoin life? and occupy
Space reserved for others? None
Will trade places. They all shun
The simple truth we can’t deny:
We are shadows.


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