Pretty Little Shadow
- Donna Acosta San Juan
- Jan 22
- 1 min read
By Donna Acosta San Juan
The Centennialight
As the seasons dip and fade
With the moons each and every phase
I look for you each time
In car windows and grocery store lines
Quiet and still is your name as it is whispered by the breeze
Never leaving my peripheral hearing,
And it leads me towards the sea
Where I lost you forever and always
Where I realized I am the seasons and the passing waves
Pretty little shadow,
Don’t come back yet
For sadness is in my parlor
A cup of tea held in her delicate mahogany hands
Anger visits me daily
Fear and Death visiting monthly
Bringing gifts of good company and a comfort I’ve never quite seen
Pretty little shadow,
Once apart of me and now gone
For now we must part
Until the day I love dawn
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