Shadowless
I blow the candle and get to bed,
Pull the quilt over my shoulders,
Slowly settle into the warmth,
When I see her by the window.
She has long unkempt hair ,
Wears the same old white gown.
I see her most days ,
Hugging her knees, on my shelf.
Slim around the waist ,
Her limbs, frail and tired ,
Her eyes are pale and sunken ,
She sings a lonely song .
She sits there watching me,
Her shallow humming lulls me to sleep.
Most people don’t see her ,
But I am accustomed to her presence.
Sometimes she follows me , quietly
Not too far behind.
Our shadows never meet,
Because she, has none.
They tell me, to see somebody
To, send her to where she belongs
Where do I send her ?
I created her in my mind .