The Shadow Guy
Every time I stare,
I see it passing by—
the flicker of a face,
the shadow of a guy.
Every time I get close,
it always slips away.
One time, I tried to speak—
I begged it to stay.
I wonder what he looks like,
this figure in the night.
Because no matter how I try,
he’s always out of sight.
He never speaks a word—
just watches from the gloom.
That shadow of a guy
still haunts my room.
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2011
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