Does our shadow
Have a shadow
As we walk
Each lonely road
Does our whisper
Have an echo
Who has an echo
Or a home ?
Does something stand
Within our footprint
Invisible to eye
Just a feeling
Or a shudder
Beneath a shared sky ?
Do our tears
Or our laughter
Become part
Of something new
Do we travel
In unison
With a ghost
Or angel too ?