My Shadow

He resurrects and rises with the sun,
Destroys the nightly victories I won;
Emotionless and numb he stands again -
A faceless clone of all I think I am.
How can you hate a thing that isn’t real -
That can’t receive the jealousy I feel?
Illusions cast on Aristotle’s walls
That cave in on me every time she calls.
Just ashes swirling, caught up in a gust -
You cannot love a thing that’s made of dust,
But would you be the light upon this frame?
Reflections always win the lover’s game.
Tonight I walk alone and he is lame
But I think we should try it just the same...
Though memory only shines within the past
I’m not sure how much longer we can last,
But I’m afraid I must be falling fast
To wish to be the shadow that I cast.