Shadows

We were the couple that slow danced in the rain;

You were the man that held me through my pain;

You were my other half, my better half;

A perfect man frozen in a photograph;

I keep you in my pocket for stormy days like these;

So you can still be by my side as I chase the breeze;

I keep you in my pocket, to keep you close to home;

Despite how far away your body and heart may roam;

So I’ll keep going back to the place you left;

Although you’re gone, a victim of theft;

And I’ll sit there alone watching the night sky;

Until I again see your shadow pass by;

You’d sit next to me though not really there;

You’d brush a shadow finger through my hair;

I’ll tell you my secret about what the people say;

I’ll tell you how they say to stop wasting night and day;

How they say to give up because you’re long gone;

How they remind me you’re dead telling me to move on;

But I still see your shadow sitting here beneath the trees;

I still hear your voice speaking over the night breeze;

I can still feel you here as if you hadn’t gone;

I can still feel you here watching night turn to dawn;

Sitting by my side like you would every night;

As the sky would change and emerge a new light;

But as the sun rains down your shadow disappears;

And the sound of your voice leaves from my ears;

Now again you’re gone and for a bit I’m left alone;

Until away with you my shadow can be blown