Shadows

Thoughts of you dwell in me
from morning until nightfall.
Shadows of you appear next to me
on walls and sidewalks as I walk past
in my lingering translation of solitude.

Without you, I am whisked past crowds
that might offer me comforts or perhaps
engage me in banter that would lead my
thoughts away from these forlorn days
of missing you and remembering.
How this soul drifts without the haven you
offer it with your lips and guide me back to you.

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