The shadow

Look out the window
and down the street.
The shadow hugs
the motionless deep.

It creeps along
the cold hard ground.
Not above or below
not even around.

It advances toward
my frightened face.
Turning everything black
as it continues to embrace.

I'm stuck to the spot
as it carries along.
Searching for a place
for it to belong.

It clings to the walls
looking for care.
But the shdow knows
it's not wanted there.

I pull back inside
and I know I'm okay.
But not like the shadow
who's just lost it's way.