Some times I reach for it,
The shadow in my bed.
Someone is there.
Someone I can touch.
I fall for the trick. Every. Time.
My mind, my rules.
The shadow is special.
Distinctive in my open eye fantasy.
I feel for its' presence; it's form.
I know I will never grasp what I project from my mind
A self-aware and intimate illusion
I lie awake in a room choked with moonlight.
I could say the shadow haunts me
But that is too cruel a definition.
The shadow does not help or harm, but assure.
A reminder of the present and
A projection of a murky future.
For now, the shadow will remain
A familiar stranger shifting in the sheets beside me
And I will continue to extend an encouraging arm when I want to dream.
Always ready for the shadow in my bed to disappear.
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S.E. Reinero
Bring what is in your head to the world.
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