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My shadow is lying on top of my like a lover whispering sweet nothings in my ear.  He devotes himself to me entirely, and day after day, he never let's me out of his sight.  My shadow sleeps with one eye open; the other eye is always on me.  He is afraid I will slip away from him during the night, and he would die without me.  He is afraid to be alone, and also he is afraid of the dark.  He needs me, he begs me to stay.  He knows I hate him.  I hate the way he clings to me.  He refuses to leave me alone.  He is smudged across my life like a watery,  indelible ink.  He is a black mark against me.  If I could kill him, I would; I've tried hundreds of times and I know it is hopeless. Always he reappears; at night he haunts me, waking me, trembling and cold.  And all night I feel his tears dripping down my face.  And he lies awake saying, hold me, hold me.  And I lie awake saying I can't.​​