Monday, March 26, 2012

I have a little shadow

I have a little shadow
on my fingertips, it lies
in wait, in touch
secretly it spies

And when I brush against you
to leave a bit behind
on sleeve, or skin
or maybe near your mind

I rarely think ahead
of futures to be spun
for love, for joy
or what will come undone

And no matter how I try
to wipe the shadow clean
it grows, it grows
that's just how it's always been.

A poetry prompt from Carry On Tuesday

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