I can be alone with myself if I’m a shadow
Consisting only of the absence of light
In two dimensions I’m not layered or complex, I don’t have a beating heart, you can step on me and I will not break
I’m strong, stable, my face turns towards the wind and my expression remains blank
Living and breathing and shifting and changing
She stared at me through my bedroom window
My shadow, that is
As I walked towards her, she approached me, and I wondered what she’d say, who she’d be
For my whole life I’d never thought to ask
Our eyes locked, yet when I placed my hand on the cold glass
She was gone