Love in the Shadows

She grasps my heels day in and day out.

Never letting go.

In the bright light, she does not hide out.

And in the dark, she runs off on her own.

 

She plays with the other dark things

She is content on her own.

She loves the birds and the leaves.

I don’t talk to her much, and I leave her alone.

Until one day she met another figure, as dark as black stone

One that was different from the birds and the bees

And the clouds and the trees.

 

His shadow spoke to mine

And mine to his.

They held hands and played and kissed in time

Even though my eyes never met his.