In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Shadow
Shadow-Life
©May 6th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
For every place I care to go
She likes to elsewhere,
For only she and I can ever know –
And who’s to say we care?
For every word I choose to say,
She thinks another word,
And just like me, she tends to stay
In lands of the unheard.
For every song I love to hum,
She sings another song
The echoes reach and bring me some
Regret where I belong.
And thus they flow, go on and on,
Our shadow-lines of time.
It breaks and flows, until it’s gone,
This life that’s hers and mine.
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