The Shadow

The shadow rocks with me in my chair. Sometimes looking back to see me there. He's always worried that I will leave. If only he would just believe. Playing hide and seek with the clouds. And when trees and such turn into shrouds. I have seen him stop, biding his time. Falling into step, right behind mine. Tried to lose him the old one-two-three. Not looking worried he smiled at me. So now when I visit new places. And I meet and greet new faces. Though people look as if he is nude. I'll introduce him not to be rude. And when people stop and ask his name, I'll tell them mine cause they're both the same!