Shadow
Here’s what I am not:
I am not a shadow of my former self.
Shadows can’t accidentally bump into doorframes so hard that they get bruises
and they can’t trip over the feet of someone
who they really wanted to make a good impression on.
Talk about starting off on the wrong foot.
Shadows don’t stutter when they try to tell a joke too fast
trying to reach the punch line
before their audience of one loses interest and walks away.
In the interest of coming full circle
I should probably say what I am,
but to be honest
I haven’t decided yet.
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