A shadow.......

time passes, makebelieve of going ahead.
When in reality, the shy, quiet little boy
we thought left behind...has been hiding all this
time....waiting, waiting for that moment in which
he's the ruler, the commander.....the one.

I'll be a shadow, a name in a sentence;
a face on photographs...
one by one, we all become one, a shadow..
in everybody's lives. A recount of things that once
were, once felt, once loved, once missed.

Who do we miss?...the shadow or our attachment to its
prescence?...

time to go back to the sand box, and be our own
boy of yesteryears, bring me out to play.