I was
His shadow, one step behind him, inspired by his light.
He stood before me, protecting me from harm,
Yet he trusted me to guard his back.
I was
His shadow, but I was not in the dark,
I was a part of him, and him a part of me,
Interwoven and inseperable.
Neither brightest afternoon, nor darkest night,
Could come between us two.
I was
His shadow, yearning to be him, yet still be my own.
Light and darkness created us both,
We were ruled by the sun and the moon.
I was
His shadow, cast too long.
I followed behind him, not close enough,
And we were severed.
And he is gone.
And all that I am,
All that remains,
Is a shadow.
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