Rachel Poh Yi Jeng

the Shadow passed
after his stop by my feet
but a trail of his scent
and the linger of my desire
is seeded in him
and grows within him
he does not know me
neither does he love me
appearing as and when he wants to
in any shape and form he pleases
the Shadow slips away
and dissolves into the darkness
but the sting of my loneliness
and the yearning
to feel a sense belonging
is planted in him
and dwells in him
the Shadow goes on his journey, alone
and i follow him