My shadow no longer walks with me—
Not because there is no light to cast upon it,
But because it’s ashamed to take the very same path
My disgraced footsteps have left an imprint on
But could I blame my shadow for running away?
All it wants is a drop of tasteless medication
And I’m a lacklustre smile away from an overdose
Sitting here, under the ghostly orange of the streetlight
Watching the outline on the asphalt recede from me,
I count how many seconds it takes for me to get home
And pray under my breath that my shadow doesn’t follow.