Anxiety Series

I thought I saw your shadow today.

It was elsewhere. 

Your shadow was a moth, 

flying upwards past my city window.  

Your shadow turned to face my discovery, 

and looked down to see if I might be able to follow. 

I stayed in my bed with a pencil.

I never stopped looking up, 

but the shift of the sunlight 

faded you into the sky. 

 Black, grey, and back to light.

Reviews

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Hehe Good read!! I am touched :)

[Asante]

This was beautifully bittersweet in its flow, as well as the imagery it provided. :)
Great writing, Rae.
I'll be looking out for your work more.

[james miles]

'Your shadow turned to face my discovery,
and looked down to see if I might be able to follow. '...
I love your poetry:)