Everyday I wait patiently for the return of my shadow
because things aren’t the same.
And I wish I knew
how many days
we’re in one day.
But I know that only
the day knows
when my shadow shall return
because only my shadow
knows me better than anyone.
Then one day
when I least expected it,
my shadow returned
we started dancing,
and I knew all other dances
were out of rhythm.
I finally feel free from judgement.
and now
dancing takes on a new meaning.
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