Shadow

Shadow stuck to the sole,

origami of the soul

but most likely just a mute companion

will be the last entity to give me company.

We will travel far, further than the horizon

and will speak the languages forgotten

we will spend the moment looking at the dawn,

as if we were born again.

Friends, relationships, and family

can disappear as they appeared

but you, my shadow, will follow me

until the grave and maybe further.

Once we reach the afterlife,

I hope you will not turn on me

and join the prosecution as a witness

to my crimes against the divine.

And if you do that is alright,

your hands tied as mine;

My mute companion

a friend who has remained.