Just Me and My Shadow

My shadow lays heavy on the ground. Silently laying there, never a sound. Where I go it seems to follow, always nearby. Even when I lay, it lays, never to question why. When I run it’s always there. It always follows no matter where. When the sun is bright. Old shadow stands strongly in its light. When its dark outside. You’ll find old shadow loves to hide. Sometimes I follow shadow, and times he follows me. We’re always together, not often will old shadow flee. We’ve gotten close but he still won’t speak. There are times he looks big and strong, other times small and weak. Well goodnight old friend. I know you’ll be there till the end.