I dance with my shadow again –
thinking of you . . .
wanting to pull you close,
and hold you near.
It’s an odd feeling
when your memory fills me;
pushing me down into depression,
swimmingly mad.
I smile & turn again
with my shadow –
dance floor swirls beneath myselves
. . . shadows changing shape.
I swim back up &
climb out of the churning waters;
shake myself off
and head on my way.
Walk down memory lane,
painful jaunt again –
It’s worth the dance with
my shadow – to see your smile again.
dedicated to Carrie Strelecky
wil becker
1996.07.14
