My Shadow and I

Cold nights

brisk

under the moonlight.

You said the night

cast our shadows:

this wasn’t true.

You would put on that mask

and hold me near

tell me all was fine

that night knew no fear.

I laughed and said the night knew of us,

so of course

the night bathed

in the waters of the wicked.

The three of us

together as one:

behold myself

my shadow

and his mask

for the night is quire.

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