Shadow (For I.)

When sad,

alone and broken hearted,

I walk into another dream.

The same old town,

another street side.

Again this blowing,

wistful wind.

With this cold wind,

there comes the shadow,

to overcome

my shadow still.

By now I know

this lonely shadow

is part of me

in dreams and out.

Sometimes we talk,

sometimes we whisper,

about the past

we both can't change.

“The memories are worse 

than bullets.”

I tell her slowly

how I feel.

And she agrees... And then, 
when living, she tells me

“ The loneliness

can kill you too.”