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Well I was the shadow  
of the overcast evening,  
which behind the  
overpaid sunglasses  
your beautiful eyes  
  
c  
a  
p  
tured.
 
  
I sat there  
     shivering, disillusioned  
  
I sat there  
      sobbing, disquieted  
  
I was just a shadow, I was a soul  
with a severed silver cord,  
just chained by gravity and  
you could not escape, really  
  
It was a no-win situation,  
  
p a i n f u l  
  
it was  
  
And then you stopped your dream ride  
and asked me to get in  
with your eyes locked in mine  
to read the rheumy silence in them  
  
M a y b e  
  
Well I was the stranger  
of the rainy night with  
flashes of lightening  
that drove you to the edge  
of some unknown corner  
and I saw those tears  
  
I had them too, my own,  
saline and acidic;  
but you had them  
opposing the laughter-  
peals of which burst  
in slow poetry  
and you stole a glance  
  
a  
t  
  
me  
  
I was the nameless being  
on the passenger seat  
I was the one who fell into  
a poly-dimensional chessboard-  
blinded by the blacks and whites,  
the jabs and silence  
  
And it got windy and  
the car died at nowhere  
The headlamps could go  
a bit far only,  
  
 
d  
i  
m  
  
and  
  
c
h  
o  
k  
i  
n  
g
 
  
And inside, two of us silent and  
crying  
  
In the darkness I looked at you  
and you were the shadow,  
shaking, sniffling  
and you were sitting there  
doing me such a favour  
by being you-  
  
alive,  
e m o t i n g,
 
  
t  
h  
e  
r  
e
 
  
I sat there shivering,  
    brimming with alien joy  
  
I sat there staring,  
    watching the lights die  
    one shard  
    at    
  
   a    
      
    t i m e
 
  
We were just the shadows,  
we were just two souls  
with bodies and minds  
and vacuum and chances  
  
We cried some more and  
then silence crept over  
until we fell asleep  
just like that,  
  
lost and cold  
  
Well the earth and the moon  
are but shadows,  
and everything is a shadow of  
something-deeper, inner  
and even Newspapers have issues,  
so I guess it was okay-  
to cry and run away and  
sit silently just blinking  
  
It's good to feel terrible  
than not to not feel  
a t a l l  
  
I sat there all night  
watching you breathe softly  
I smiled and cried in the beauty  
of that moment,  
 
r  
e  
p  
e a t e d
 
  
I was the shadow  
   you had tried to help  
I was the stranger  
    whom you saved that evening  
  
And I did not even say goodbye,  
not so much as looked  
while you slept,  
wrapped in your jacket  
  
i  
n  
   p  
   e  
   a  
   c  
   e
 
  
The sun broke in the east  
like a giant egg yolk  
and it spread all over the sky  
while the chirpers went  
shopping  
The leaves moved and  
nothing had changed  
  
u n t i l  
  
I saw people trying to get me out of your car  
and no one could hear  
your protests  
and we were no longer  
  
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Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 10th Jan 2012
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