Shadow

I use to be your shadow. Where you led I followed. In-tune with each of your steps. Never questioning the destination. I followed you to the church beelining straight to pew two where you gazed at Papa preaching of Heaven’s pearly gates. I followed you to the country to the promises of endless pastures plagued with eternal life. I followed you to the backyard of our preacher’s house where you planted fruit into soil in the hopes that they wouldn’t perish. As your shadow I followed you down even your darkest of paths. I followed you hesitantly to the church this time sitting on the first pew where you gazed at Papa entering Heaven’s unchained gates. I followed you worriedly to the hospital to a room in which you painfully laid complaining of unseen ills. I followed you patiently to rehab to the promises of recovery and renewed life rehabilitation. I followed you heartbroken to the avoided hospital to a room once again you painfully laid complaining of foreseen ills. I followed you to this room a room in which you would not leave with your shadow temporally away you received the call and went So now I can no longer shadow have no more steps to mirror you went where I could not follow. Leaving me to wonder I have lived most of my life following behind patiently and willingly. Everything I am is you my middle names influence my obsession to shopping my dreams of traveling to the genetic placing of our identical beauty moles me your jazz you my granny But your gone giving way to the light that is just me. A light that feels as if its flickering slowly going out because its essence is gone. A light that can no longer shine. A light that will no longer shine. Leaving only a darken shadow with nothing left to follow. Heaven awaits you now Granny along with Papa and so many friends you lost along the way. So you and Papa smile down on me until I can shine again.