Token Shadows

Walk with me. Talk with me. Stay awhile, Help me smile Your always in such a hurry, Waving as you pass in sudden glimpses, Like a ghost I catch from the corner of my eye. Then, just as suddenly, you disappear. Once, you did not walk so fast. When you were old - arthritic. But now, in youth, your stride is purposeful, Your movements fluid - flowing - distant. I remain alone. I strain with every movement Conversing with imaginations Token shadows.