My Shadow.

I wrote this during a period in which I lost my memory, I think it was because of an overdose.

If you asked me
what I did yesterday,
I couldn't tell you.
But my shadow could.
If you asked me
what I had for breakfast,
I couldn't tell you.
But my shadow could.
And if you asked me
where I was an hour ago,
I couldn't tell you.
I'd tell you to ask
my shadow.
Because she knows.
She could tell you.
She won't tell me.
But she could.