dark trek

i watched your shadow

walk away

because you closed the door

it looked so small

for the space it held

and sank into the floor

then it morphed and clung

on each lit stalk of grass

taking on a life of its own

and swallowing up our past

i watched it until the sun went in

or until the dark was out

it left no trail

from where it had been

but its marks conveyed the clout

i hoped that when the moon appeared

i’d see your shadow dance

illuminated from the life we’d lived

and returning to me by chance