Shadowless

Take some of my memories, I have too many. Even my best pants have at least 3 coffee stains. Forgetting my wife's phone number... Leaving my dreams hanging from trees... Bothered by time... Harassed by leftover hungers, I walk over the wet gold of leaves, My trudge oblique and undefinable. Rustling into lunch hours, I look into windows and Swirl through clouds, Have the fun my shadow would have, If it hadn't left me back in the islands. It's okay I've moved on. Though barely. Left alone in all this light...