(copyright Jennifer Bogart)
Sometimes when I'm walking, I look back and see
My shadow is dancing: a memory of me.
From a time long ago, her step is airy and free,
I close my eyes tight; I don't want to see.
Pale skin, soft eyes, with a smile so bright
I follow, entranced: afraid I'll lose sight.
Her countenance changes, she gives me a fright,
I search through the darkness, but can't find her light.
I call to her, but cannot remember her name
She once was me: but we're not the same.
She's only a memory, a figment, not tame,
Her gift is my future, cold, dark, filled with shame.
Carefully, stealthily, I look to the right
The woman beside me is me: but not quite.
Her smile is sad, her soul knows my plight,
She knows in my heart we can't make this right.
She's in the past, too elusive to hold
Can't have her back: she's frail and she's old.
I look to the future, for legends untold,
I'll find myself there as my story unfolds.