THE SHADOW

A shadow of myself
Like an unused jar upon pantry shelf
Holding memories or buttons
For shirts we never mend
For thoughts we never send
Or share with those we love
　
An image of despair
Sitting lonely in this chair
Holding court or conference
For the friends who never call
I have no visitors at all
Nobody’s looking in to see

A thought inside my mind
Cruelly harsh but not unkind
Holding excitement of a reality
For what little I have left to give
For in my time yet left to live
Persistence in silence until the end