poetry/

when words get strung together like music

you and I

you and I
we are alight from
the same source of life
with you I feel
unendingly bright

inching away I watch
the shadows grow
I forget how it once
felt to be
near you alive

but if I stayed
my shadow goes so
how do I touch
the edges of me
to know my soul

so the heart breaks
to keep the spirit whole
is it light or my shadow
one I choose the other
I let go

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